Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
I have all these new brothers and sisters I'm just now finding out about
Stop. You don't mean that. Tequila might mean that. But you don't mean that.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
martini and pecan pie.. breakfast of champions.
Just drive me around campus, I will be able to smell their innocence.
he kept yelling THIS ISNT AMATEUR HOUR
Stripper pole. Sore legs. More vaca money.
All three shower stalls were filled with couples fucking and then someone yelled "switch" and... We switched
He doesn't want a full on relationship, he provides me with all the weed I can handle and gives me multiple mind blowing orgasms. He's my soul mate.
He just ranted to some customer about fourth of July being ruined and I just shouted USA the whole time in the background. It was kinda epic
Thanks for the bagel and the sex.
I wouldn't marry anyone who wouldn't symbolically fuck a doughnut with a sausage though.
You just kinda wondered into the street and started screaming at dogs and small children...
Not to make this awkward, but if we ever have sex (perhaps drunkenly), all i'm gonna be able to think about is how sexy our kids would be.
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