Let's make love on the newspapers that declare financial doomsday
the new term for farting is butt boxing.
My underwear smells like fireworks.
As a matter of fact you told me i fulfilled your "woodshop teacher fantasy"
My mail consisted of a box of dildos and christmas card from grandma.
I was asking the bouncer, "if I fall will you catch me?" which then turned into "if I jump off the roof will you catch me?" He said no.
I am ina trunk. Iam in a trunnnnnjkk. I hope its yours. Oh manomanomano. Thids better be your trunk
You can do it. What doesn't kill us just drives us to drink
I've got my wine, though it wasnt very good so I threw a sour patch kid in it
It was the best of bangs; it was the worst of bangs.
Dude, you need better judgement.Trust me I know. I put my dick in the wrong mouths all the time
I vaguely remember losing my underwear to 2 chicks in a bathroom. That drunk.
That was the night I realized I need to grow up and stop eating mushrooms with strange 40 year old men in convertibles.
I learned so much in Pittsburgh
I don't trust my subconscious. It sleeps with my exboyfriend sometimes.
My butthole is tingling. Must be the grapefruit juice
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