Its not alright that i make out with a manican.
His housemate was playing a sad violin solo for me on my way out. God I hate musicians.
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
Hey, did you take me to hospital last night?
She was stumbling around looking for her cat. She said i could help, but i had to call him by his jungle name
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
I vaguely remember having a cowboy explain his belt buckle to me in the bathroom hallway
IT'S SUMMA TIME
ITS SUMMA TIME NOT BE HIGH ALL THE TIME TIME
THEY'RE THE SAME THING
There are reggae songs being written about me...where have I gone wrong in life?
There is booty call etiquette, and he just isn't following it. I'm not making you breakfast, gtfo.
I'm to the point where I'm fantasizing about Iron Chefs going down on me.
He spelled Steven with "ph", needless to say my nose was almost bleeding from the amount of axe he was wearing.
I figured it out! The supermoon explains how I managed to have sex with 3 dudes in 3 nights without leaving the apartment.
Its like a glacier coming out of my asshole.
I couldnt sleep the entire night because her cats kept reaching under the door like they were trying to eat me for taking their place on her bed.
I always knew youd fuck a cat lady
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