let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
the recession has oofficially hit my standards.
Just incase you were wondering, the count of ladies who have perioded on chairs at our fine restaurant is now at 3.
It's the first day of summer. It's not a race it's a marathon. Pace yourself
Take in how we used all the shot glasses in the bar in less than an hour
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
Oh if I trust ANYTHING about you it's your ability to lead a douchebag around by the dick
well I think it'll pretty much be gone by Saturday. On a scale of 1- Snooki's unborn child how much do periods freak you out?
I don't need you anyway! I have puppies and booze!
So I'm about to drive his drunk ass home and he spits on my car. Before I can say, "Dude, what the fuck?!", he puts his finger to my lips and goes "shhh, its in the past."
He looks like he was the one that always had koolaid stains around his mouth as a kid, he can fuck off.
You should help rebuild my confidence with your dick. Altruism: Pass it on.
Well I didn't know she was a dominatrix...so I kind of just went with it
I don't want to inconvenience you with my dick\n\n
Will exercising make me less horny?
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