So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
would you object to me following you around all the time with a video camera and selling it to TV? Your life could make me millions.
I'm at a party watching some dude try to eat a whole package of Oreos in 5 minutes.
The guy drove to our house at 6am to sell us weed. Now that's customer service.
Law school is ruining my masturbation schedule.
Its only tuesday and I need a dd home from work. This is getting too easy.
There's an australian, my relationship has no hope.
What do you think it is?
It's a boy. I know it. She always manages to have a cock inside her somehow.
Im not spending 10 to get hit on by potential transexuals even if they are cuter than most of the girls I dated.
The cougar has a calendar on her wall of when she can give topless handjobs again. I pity her husband.
Then years and years after that I will send you a picture of my warped vagina from all the kids that I had.
Dad got stoned the other day and bought us potty training seats for when we have children
she made me cum so hard I dislocated my jaw. I'm keeping her
I got a charlie horse in my ass while masturbating. We are never been going to that boot camp again.
Omg she's a human wrecking ball. I love it.
I am to reach this level of casual destruction.
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