I wanna blow your doors off so bad right now.
Doors?
Rock your world. Blow you out. Skeet skeet.
I was about to buy asher roth's album and then i realized he was a ginger. can't support
we're doing beer bongs from the windmill...epic
I am way too high for this. Some guy just keeps talking about music and life goals and he apparently has lived in every city we mention we are going
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
fat people need to stop using the handicapped bathroom stall so I can have sex in it. it's common logic
I remember saying your puke looked like a jellyfish and you got very offended.
he just kept repeating "those were some pretty nipple-y tits" over and over the rest of the night
Meet at Walmart straight from work to buy items for hurricane fun. Then blast some wine, make some sex, blast a bowl and cuddle each other till the sun comes up?
That's the most romantic New Orleans hurrication I've ever heard of. Can I have your babies?
Don't blame me. My vagina leads me astray.
I don't want to get pregnant doggy style. That's sad.
Hey, if a dude can't randomly belt out Whitney Houston tunes from time to time, is life really worth living??
I don't think Buddha would recommend a sexscpade across Mexico
I keep track of what day of the week it is by my recent destinations on my nav system. \nRight now it's: booty call, bar, booty call, brunch, bar, church so that must mean we are getting close to Sunday when we start the rotation all over again.
It’s like my vagina just knows when a man is a barrel-chested freedom fighter.
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