she called my cock the "semen sword" and then we invented a position called excalibur
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
The only thing that would make my night better is if William Shatner came and read me a bedtime story.
They normally just get fucked up and see who can hold their hand on the exhaust the longest. It's great
she kept calling me pablo. i just went with it.
He bought me shots at the bar as his way of of paying me back for Plan B
I just invented spray cheese vodka. tastes real nasty but does the trick.
You used up your allotted blow job minutes for the month of April last night anyways
It's like a toaster oven for my penis
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
There's holes in the drywall and the beer pong table is a broken door on two barstools. You know they like to party.
Everyone was in the walk-in getting high, and I had to be all cool. Serving soup and salads. Night manager status doesn't pay enough.
Sloppy and selfish. Your 27 and you don't know where my clit is? BYEEE
I just thought about how many drinks I had last night and threw up.
sorry bout the carpet, but you DID call it "blackout punch" not "don't vom on my floor punch"
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