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This just in: I met a girl who does the phone sex phone lines, and shes' 5'4" 320. I'll never get a hardon again through a phone.
The plants looked thirsty. Growing plants need mimosas too.
The first song on his sex mix was "highway to the danger zone"
He's sobering up. It was really bad for like 45 minutes. He cried while telling me how he pictured us eating hotdogs on the beach together.
Hey man sorry, can't talk. I'm already taking risks by ripping the bong on this conference call.
Fuck it dude, we gotta bounce before she starts talking about her steve irwin conspiracy
This is like the time you took a picture of your knees and told him it was your tits, isn't it?
He's like Medusa, you can't look directly into his eyes or you'll turn into a slut.
Is it mean to convince my old booty call she used me for sex so I can bang her again before I leave for Denver?
The orgasm outlasted the Charlie horse. Pros and cons.
There's always a certain something about a day that begins with your panties in your purse.
If it involves mee putting on a bra and discontinuing my 11 am drinking my answer is a polite fuck YOU
OH GOD NOT SANTA BABY. NO NO NO. YOU'RE LIKE 85. OMG MULTIPLE WOMEN. NO NO NO STAHP.
no. i discovered the *exact* amount of drugs i need to do to understand calculus.
Waiting to interview and found a beer in my purse from last night
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