It all came flooding back to me: there was a woman with one hand
i walked into the first stall,, but there was no paper, so i'm in the other one. a little kid is in the one without paper now and is making a lot of noise. curious how this'll turn out for him.
and then the other night his penis tricked us both into sex
just saw a guy driving a atv down the highway in a tux.... only in Iowa...
I opened a jar of Ragu so I could use it as a cup. You tell me how it's going.
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
Wackin it to the USA womens soccer team. My own personal way of saying job well done.
there are teeth marks in the soap. why are there teeth marks in the soap.
We're doing it in the traditional way of discussing why we dislike each other while sharing a bowl. Just like the natives do.
You were peeing on a bus yelling fuck public transit, congratulations.
My suggestion is that you just get high and set shit on fire
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
God specifically crafted these hands to deal out orgasms.
She always used to joke about becoming a stripper. WHO'S FUNNY NOW?!
And then you screamed, "I JUST WANNA POUR MAPLE SYRUP ALL OVER HIM AND RAVISH HIS BODY!!"
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