if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
it was like fucking gandolphs beard
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
Was just walking through the park by the river. Saw some random in a tree, we climbed up, blazed with him and bought a bag. In the tree. Real shit.
My mom now keeps ice cubes on hand for my bong water. We may be able to work this relationship out.
I woke up and he was just feeling up my stomach. I felt like buddha and he was rubbing my belly for good luck. never again.
He only likes me when I'm naked and I don't like being around him clothed. It's the perfect relationship.
Are you still going to come over for your post Alcoholics Anonymous beer?
Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don't exist?
I just wanted to be nice to your dick and you are rhyming at me.
Never in my life did I dream that I would meet and NFL linesman, let alone that he would be standing before me dressed as a Roman centurion and asking for Vaseline.
Serious concern: will TSA confiscate my bondage rope?
I just want the relationship Bob and Linda Belcher have- is that too much to ask?!
Did you ever think you lost your bong and then you find it in the weirdest place? I mean, who leaves their bong in the shower?
HE PEED ON ME. THE MANAGER OF THE BAR.
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