Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to cum to Chingy?!
he just looked at me and whispered "these are my sea lions. my sea lions." and then went back to licking the mirror
I'm allowed to be upset. I've never had that many fingers in my ass
thanks for being my moral compass. and thanks for not always pointing north so i can be slutty and not feel bad about it.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
You pretty much isn't said it
Those words don't go together.
"Grocery shopping" is really just a euphemism for spending $20 on enough frozen food to last 2 weeks and spending the rest of your viable paycheck on alcohol.
Of all the things that can be stripped of me i'll be damned if it's my vanity
Mid stroke she told me she'd had bigger. Replied I could tell. Sex ended right at that moment.
Oh, that was the alley that I ate a pine cone in.
Settled one third of the tab. Am going back for sex. Love you, make friends
Dude, I can't even reach my asshole to wipe it. I have a lot more to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
I can't help you there
It's the eve of Christ's birthday and I'm sending pictures of my tits
Dude we were sitting at my place stoned as fuk then someone knocks on the door and it was my neighbor giving me a huge box of cookie dough. Magic of weed.
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