I just saw the host of Singled Out do standup. Holy shit 1995.
i walked into his room and he was eskimo kissing his weed..
you kept screaming i cant feel my vagina, it kinda killed the mood.
you thought your balls were fighting each other...
I can't. He's too cute and my tongue is too long.
Your tequila is gone. I suggest you bring more home before you go out for dinner. Money is taped to mailbox.
It's been two days. My balls feel like watermelons.
I have 20 seconds to get my life together and look presentable.
we can fight about whose fault it is later....naked.
In the mean time, I'll continue to kick ass at running and become a successful stripper while he might hook up with one average looking girl he met at a club. I so win.
This girl invited us back on the promise of weed and strudel...she delivered neither.
I cant go through life without knowing what ginger pubes actually look like
I’d feel the same about religion. We can talk about it, but I want you to go down on me first
Do you remember last night?
Just that I fell down a hill with my penis out and the emt talked to me.
Your friend was nice but you didn't have to bang her in my kitchen...just sayin.
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