i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
i'm not sure if i'm mentally prepared for this.. politeness? proper grammar? book reader ? this is a whole new meaning of the species penis for me.
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
You fucked him. I baby bird fed him whiskey . I feel like we've bonded.
Woke her up in the middle of the night with the smell from a fart. So proud of my colon.
So I'm dropping a fat deuce at work, and the lock on the stall door slips and the door slides open, when suddenly someone comes in. Now I have two options, I can either get up quickly and try to shut the door quickly (not easy to do with one hand) or I can just sit there and play it off like it's no big deal and I always dump at work with the door open. I chose option two, and it was as awkward as it sounds.
My crotch smells like fire and I can't find my pants
I'm glad you found someone that both loves you and is cool doing coke off your tits. Proud of you.
I'm in my math teacher's garage hiding right now because I fucked his son last night. It's fine
Bleach your asshole, I'm on my way.
Who is this?!?!
You're just upset because I have cupcakes and boobs and you don't.
We just had a contest for who has less of a gag reflex...I am sad to admit that my mother won.
there is another microwave in the elevator.
There were 16 girls and 31 titties. That’s how the club was. Lance doesn’t get to decide ever again.
Randomize
