so then you were screaming "GIVE ME KELVINS!" and heating things up in the microwave and no one knew what you wanted
Responsibility does not care about your dick.
Or I die of a heart attack, which is the more likely/less fun scenario.
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
you woke me up at 7 am banging on my wall.. what the hell
thats the international knock for joint time
He won't sleep with me again until I commit...
Run. There is other dick in the sea, less clingy dick.
I'm the brains and you're the boobs of this operation.
i just want to be sober by dinner like is that too much to ask
I'm sitting on the toilet just to avoid my bosses look of disapproval
It is a bad day indeed when you learn that your boy toy looks better in your dresses than you do
I'm determined to sit on that face.
I know what I want to do this Friday. However, it might end in me getting kicked out of an arcade and a mini golf course.
Dude, who WASN'T thinking of motorboating her?
I can't believe he's mad at you for not remembering your fake anniversary.
Is it too forward if I ask him to bring a condom when he comes over to work on our project?
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