i went to toss her salad and she had a toilet paper clinger on one of the hairs
she told me her fantasy was her as a 55 year old cook at a truck stop who smokes a pack a day, and I was the 21 year old illegal immigarnt prep cook.
i told him i was sober and he walked away immediately.
I'm not gonna not go for it, she's foreign and pulled a shotglass out of her thong.
your philanthropy is ruining my sex life.
Think of where it's been though. That Dr. Suess book, "Oh the Places You'll go" was written for his penis.
A client gave me a bottle of vodka today. And he was hot with a beard. It's like he knows my soul.
It's like getting ready for my vaginas own execution
If you're knocked up, we're telling everyone it's mine and that the power of our love overcame the inherent reproductive limitations of two vhagines.
We got back from the bar and started watching bizzare foods, which subsequently led to the consumption of large amounts of rancid lunch meat and small insects.
The whorange rubbed off. His white shirt was so gross at the end of the night I told him to frame it.
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
I'm soaking her vibrators in tabasco and wasabi paste. "furious" is an understatement
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
They stopped fighting to partake in M&Ms and porn.
Randomize
