Damn. That makes sense
I know im like the sherlok holmes of sexual problems
you traded sex for a burrito?
when your english prof writes "this was a real good paper" on your essay, you know you're at the wrong college
There's been so much talk around your vagina it's like a local celebrity
The story about him having a girlfriend changed real fast when he found out that I was a gymnast
There was a reason that "Throat Warrior 2011" was written on my martini glass. He said my title was undisputed.
thanks for being the calm eye of my shit storm.
He leaned off the deck, puked a waterfall of beer, looked back at everyone and said "it was just a burp".
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
She had a cast on when I met her, but she blamed me for breaking her arm this morning. I'm gonna marry this girl.
HIV testing and a light brunch. Sounds like a great way to spend Christmas Eve.
Maybe you'll have a Christmas miracle
Also, I found your gauge.
I found it under my pillow like a gift from the Sex Fairy.
I was looking at our sex bingo and pretty much every single row or column has at least one kind of person that is harder to find than all the rest
We've made things harder for ourselves
The struggle will be part of the fun
oh, i solved that problem. i told him i wanted to steal my roommate's nephew. radio silence. haven't heard from him since.
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice