Oh man dude like 1000 to 1500 milligrams. Its gonna burn like bad though.
I feel like your standards for women is like rent-a-centers standards for credit.
Listen: if you or anyone else at work finds a starfish in a bowl, just leave it. It'll be gone by next week.
Better yet, if you find it can you put it in the mini-fridge in your office for safe keeping? Spanks.
And if it's going to get me in trouble, maybe just don't mention that I know anything about it.
its 9am. i just got home. spent 6 hours blowing him in a closet last night
well tonys high enough to be moving from spot to spot around the kitchen shooting tortellini into a boiling pot and yelling "KING JAMES" whether he makes or misses it.
my bedside table was not meant to hold this many beer bottles.
Aren't you glad we're at the point in our relationship where I don't even ask why you're hiding in the cabinet?
I just couldn't load the family groceries on to the same seat where I had sex 12 hours ago.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
Recycling day makes me feel more like an alcoholic than regular days.
In that case, if you come anywhere near my house you can expect to be chased down various streets by a half naked me wielding a baseball bat. No, I am not giving you my address.
Why so serious bruh
I don't know if should be sitting on a toilet or kneeling in front of it
You had 10 drinks. On a first date.
I just masterbated then started bawling.
My vagina: 1 Male stubborness: 0
I'm slowly getting to where I don't hate people anymore.
Never mind. Some random dude just walked past me and asked if I was having fun. I snarled at him. I might still kinda hate people.
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.