Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
His room was full of guns. It was like having sex with Clint Eastwood.
Imagine the time you most wanted to kill yourself. Now add a room full of jail bait and no booze. Multiply that by a million.
I guess it was to be expected that I was put on somebody's list called penis socket.
I'm not holding out much hope. She met me in a nighclub when I was arguing with the cigarette machine
They set the pop up pool in the basement-running filter and all. Drunk swimming. Come now.
So I was about the only one NOT pregaming or stoned at my aunt's funeral... Maybe thats why I'm the black sheep.
Maybe before the beach I should get a tracking chip in my arm.
If he can forgive your lousy blowjobs, you can ignore his terrible driving.
He called us the '3 Amigos' and told us if hos ex wife came we had to jump the porch railing and hide in the bushes.
im far more worried about your salsa intake than your weed intake
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
Will keep you updated on the sexual orientation of my new guy
Can I trade you chipotle for a pregnancy test?
So the revenge porn my ex posted just resulted in a contract with a gay porn company. I'm going to make $8,000 this weekend. That would a breakup checkmate. Are you joining me in the legislative committee hearing tomorrow?
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