you're like the ceasar milan of boners... you understand them on a different level.
google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
I would do things to you that would get us burned at the stake if we lived in a puritan village.
so let's talk penis.
The tornado sirens were going off and everyone just ran to the liquor store. .
I have no idea. Next thing I know we're all down on one knee saying the pledge of allegiance and then singing I'm Proud to be an American. Then Trevor ate pizza off the sidewalk.
You Were screaming "Im trying to get it in" and "stop cock blocking" while i threw you in the car
...She was shooting whiskey using a turkey baster...i was horrified.
Party Liz is going to have to have her wings clipped until someone gets me some baby reins to wear
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
Oh and apparently something happened that was related to "THIS IS SPARTA" but no one will tell me what I did.
So I'm going to blame my boobs hurting on that.
He's standing in the corner rubbing his nipples and reflecting on poor life choices
I feel like my foot is being amputated. Or maybe it's the vodka. I couldn't tell you.
I look excited, but its just a facade.
I didn’t want to see that boob. I told her not to show me but she said “no, I’m going to show you”
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