I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
I just found glitter on my vibrator... whatever we're doing has to stop
My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
This will be amazing. Plus he's going to do a line of cocaine off of the other guy's ass.
The only way i can get arrested is public drunkenness or defacing a national monument. Trust me, i have already looked it up.
He somehow managed to bang-mail me last night. I woke up this morning to a voicemail from 1:54 a.m. of moaning and screaming. I now know how talented he is and how annoying I am to have sex with.
She's still too new to the group to be comfortable with us just sitting down as a group and watching porn on the tv.
You're fucking beautiful as shit and we should have loving sex...
Do you count doing $200 of coke off his dick until 6am as a successful rekindling of our relationship or...
That's why you need to have them together. Katie started crying on the couch and she just gave her a tube of crackers and picked up a beer at the same time. She's like a goddess of making things chill
Btw any and all sexual fantasies or arousal I had about cops is null and void.
We knew we were dealing with a pro when some random guy at the bar thew you over his shoulder and you still didn't spill your drink
Strangely enough, that's not the first time that's happened
How I know we're old. Don knows the owner. The owner said 'How about some shots?' We said no thanks. He looked puzzled and came back later and said 'You know it's on the house?' We said 'Yeah, no thanks.'
The thought of you trying to procreat frightenes and disgusts me!
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