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We can make salsa ya know, maybe even some hot sauce. That doesn't mean we're married.
BEES IN MY FUCKING PANTS. HELP.
you know how you have to have just the right ratio of chips to sandwich? same goes for pubes.
angela screamed across the room SHES A CHAMP when i told the pharmacist plan b doesnt make me throw up
All I remember was yelling at him, "Its becasue of people like you that it took us so long to get to the moon!"
he drove an hour to get eggs with me not even a blow job, just eggs.
I'll give her a pass for the first one, but after the second threesome, she should have learned her lesson.
Dude, I had to masturbate just to stay warm. Please pay the gas bill?
She was either really drunk or really not interested. Everytime I tried to ask her about herself she would respond with a line from Stepbrothers.
I gave up my innocence when I let him cum in my spelling bee trophy
Let's be honest, your relationships fail because the man you're looking for is the equivalent of an intellectual blow-up doll.
My chest hair is, as we speak, arching upward to embrace my neck beard. The union will be a storied one.
Well his dad was his wingman, so I had to fuck him. I didnt want his dad to think that he was doing a bad job and I was drunk enough to think he was doing a good job.
Score one for dad.
When we were finished I asked him how long it had been since he'd cum that hard. He thought really hard for a while before telling me his brain forgot how years worked.
My gut is currently telling me that Jesus did not intend for us to eat shrimp pad thai on Easter
Is this a considering it or regretting it text?
I just shit out what feels like an entire shrimp with claws and all. You tell me.
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