Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
Doo rag and shades in the bar. You are missing your future husband.
If it makes you feel any better I'm plucking my mustahce and drinking. Alone.
they just dont make restraining orders like they used to.
So guess who had sex in a Ghostbusters sleeping bag.
Clearly I made an impression.
Or at least your vagina did.
More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings
Thank god for makeup because it looks like someone took a shit on my face
All in all only spent $2 at the bar ln... Fucking love having a vagina
Tequila pump. I'm ecstatic your engineering degree has real world application.
Other than my penis smelling like an ashtray, it went really well.
WHY DO I KEEP FINDING CHICKEN THROUGHOUT THE HOUSE? GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW!
Yes, if by 'finishing my business' you mean vomiting in her bathtub and losing my watch.
Yeah I mean subtle isn't how I'd describe your flirtation strategy last night
Right in the middle of our simultaneous orgasms, he shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR" ruining the intimacy
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