Me too. Send a cab. Order food.
She's got an ass you could write the declaration of independence on in one line. Takes up three bar stools.
how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
his balls ACTUALLY tasted like nuts
Don't worry, there is no such thing as a fat, old or ugly blow job.
you never know when you'll meet the man of your dreams and bang him in an elevator
taking shots each time the weatherman says Dont go out in this blizzard
I learned the names of so many hookups when they read them at graduation
do you think you could subtly ask him about the dimensions of his penis?
I dont think yelling "Grab your dicks, time for pics!" helped your case either.
Let's just go topless and paint glitter over our nipples who the fuck cares
Itd be like fucking a waterbed thats been locked in a barn for two years.
Where in the FUCK do you get your analogies
That gas station is used for only two things, picking up moonshine and getting murdered. Only two outcomes.
Should I be flattered that she mumbled "You're the king of my face" before passing out?
I know. I'm a saint. Saint of sitting on faces.
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