Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
Barsexuality is the new black.
I got her a Nickelback box set.
She introduced herself and then asked "have you ever fucked a girl with a cast?"
And then I saw the naval officer and gave up that whole new leaf thing
They are chanting tits for freedom and I'm highly considering
I just sold some kid a bong I made out of a vuvuzela for $50. I think I found my career path.
My mom now keeps ice cubes on hand for my bong water. We may be able to work this relationship out.
Seriously. My vagina. Can we talk about it? It's gonna jump off this treadmill and devour my trainer.
If I die young bury me in satin. And make sure there's a taco bar at my funeral.
Last time we had an ultimatum like that, things went very far south. I'm down, but it's your turn to wake up in a hospital.
If you quit, you're not going to stick to our game plan of dead by 40. I will not be in the titty bar nursing home without you damning
Damnit.
I was like can I please fuck your hips back into realignment
Oh like it's the first time I've had a bowl of wine
Your vagina must be outstanding or have a secret entrance to Narnia if someone is will to fly from Texas for one night of it.
Randomize
