I just used Master P to describe what sound the letter U makes to my daughter...
he has 3 profile pictures up and all of them are him riding jet skis
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
I'm telling you the guy came in bought a box of condoms and all three of the chicks that came in behind him followed him to his car. I want his life
i'm sure the inside of her vag looks like Normandy circa 1944
and yes i had to double check that date for that joke to be accurate
the head trauma was worth the blowjob.
The grocery store is a combo of ghetto ppl complaining that the low fat chips are all that's left and hipsters trying to eat organic during the hurricane
Lube is flammable
Who is this??
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
While leaving the bar with another guy I told the bouncer I was sad his friend had a fiancee
You were drinking Everclear weren't you?
Ill go to bed but tamed sharks isnt so much of a bad idea. Not for riding
you said you wanted to call me grandma and give me hugs
He asked me to fly out to Seattle to participate in a week of marathon sex so I'm at the airport now. I'll call you when I get back.
she just punched him in the balls in front of everyone and yelled "YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO"
let me assure you that a rugburn on your forehead is the worst side effect of tequila i have experienced to date.
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