Just mADE A PArabola og urine
i am already firmly committed to doing irish carbombs w/ 12 different people, and the st pattys day party doesnt start for another 24 hours. i may die
I looked at her and said "I now pronounce you pumpkin tits"
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
Can you deep fry cheerios do you know? crucial question
Standards are awful. It's like living in the zombie apocalypse. You can only have sex with certain people
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
I'm surprised, it's been so long you must be starving
At a certain point, the zombie-like hunger goes away. Then the sadness sets in. Then you start lying to yourself that you're taking some "me time." Then you remember you dodged chlamydia and Buddha knows what else. Then you're at peace with it.
So, settle a debate for my housemates. Have you measured your dick. And how long. Results Will not be disclosed
and here comes the time of my day when I haw to convince a guy to drive my cape and my handle to my dorm.
Who looks around on a bright, sunny day and says, "you know what? Today I'm going to write gay dinosaur erotica"
That was years ago. And it was chlamydia.
So it turns out strippers do encores if enough people yell. Encore song: Self Esteem.
we went book shopping, so yes this relationship is going to be about more than sex
If the multiverse is real, would you screw yourself? I'd screw myself.
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