She sang Bad Romance to me. Not really the answer I was looking for.
I hated hipsters before it was mainstream.
I just got a booty call..Its 6 pm..a brave attempt to climb the rotation ladder..I like his ambition.
I'm going to be blunt here. I don't actually care what you're doing tonight. I just need to know if I need to shave or not.
This is one of those moments when you do what I say or I come stalk you down like a gazelle.
When the question of, do you know who's ass has been on the cake you are eating is said... Good or bad party?
We stayed up until 4:20 AM. The next thing I remember was waking up at 4 PM, like my internal alarm clock knew.
She made this little rubber cap thing that looks like a brain to go on my dick. She calls it a "penis cap". Industrial design students are weird...
There's a whistle here and I just want to play my whistle song on it.
Well, I can mark "throwing up in a daycare bathroom due to a hangover" off my bucket list.
Move ovrr Titanoc and all you others. Heres the real tale of woe. This ladys failed search for boozdy goodnezs.
Thanks for bringing that stuff to help me feel better...you know, the water, the Gatorade, and the dick. You really are the best friend ever.
I don't need no damn man when I have the cock-a-nator 2000.
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
Listen, I've got balls in my face can I call you back
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