ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
TIT CHECK! TIT CHECK! ALERT! ALERT!!!!
Why do you proceed to call me "Queen La Queefah?"
I rarely go in there. Unless it's for mini cadbury eggs and whiskey.
It's also dangerous to ride a bike down the stairs after a few beers, but I've done it.
A valiant attempt to obtain a backhoe was made
You were sitting on the filthy kitchen floor eating a packet of grated cheese, and you were crying because you couldn't find any cheese.. I'd say our party was a success.
Thank god crabs can't live on your head. Thank god.
He expects to fuck my tits but will ignore me in public.
Directions to your booty call: go down the part of Route 66 that has all the car dealerships, motels and bad decisions, go past the Christian college and turn left at the Children's Center.
The thing about pooping in the woods during hunting season is you never know if someone's watching you.
He had a small dick anyway. I'm glad I barfed on it.
I feel I should send an apology letter to my anesthesiologist.
I had Mac n cheese made with weed butter last night. Epic
The smell of pee and coconut conditioner still makes me think of him
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