Deadliest Catch is NOT foreplay
Me liking this guy is the best diet ever. Do I want this cookie...or do I want to get laid.
but what if he tries to talk dirty to me with the lisp?
I woke up with ten beers in my bag that hoarded at the party last night. Rally? Its five somewhere.
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
My head. My head is the problem. Also alcoholism.
I just contemplated drinking cheese dip. And by "contemplated," I mean "attempted and was forcibly stopped from."
She wants me to spank her and yell "Kerry! Your father is disappointed with your choices!" Fuck up but crazy hot? Or just fuck up crazy?
I think my body is literally trying to get me to reproduce. "fuck someone! Anyone!" - my body
I feel like I'm laying on a pillow cloud. With little baby angel fingers between me and the cloud lifting me up. Singing hymns in my ear.
Noo.... Like in the attic of a crack house with nitrous and fat chicks weird....
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
If I could run through a field of Reece's and Oreos, dive off a milkfall into a bowl of cereal. My Life would complete.
Always keep a stash of tequila in your work desk. That is like adulting 101.
You showed up at 4 am holding a beer and wearing a wig you apparently found in the dumpster.
That explains some things...
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