Its about making memories worth repressing
I don't want to have to wonder if I'm draining my pasta in the same side of the sink you pissed in
She told me I reminded her of the fair. And she wanted to deep fry my dick and eat it.
easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do.
At what point in time did you think it was ok to jizz in my hair while I slept??
Around the time you told me my brothers dick was bigger.
I didn't think it was possible, but that girl next door is even louder when drunk.
No. I'm just saying it shows no signs of stopping. My dad was a man-whore well into his 50s.
you are never too drunk for berry picking
and I think you ate the old crusty spaghetti on the counter when we came home last night judging by the carnage
You may now shotgun with the bride
Don't they also have a lot of serious head injuries?
I didn't say I wanted to marry one of them. Or that I want one to perform surgery on me. I just want to have hot, dirty, MMA style sex.
My Sundays are fucking awful. Can't get a blow job.....can't get a win.
just put a ruler in a cup trying to measure how much ivve had to drink..... God help me
I dont even remember what i was saying but just one minute i was crying and the next i was showing u my genitals
And by "have lunch together" you mean me giving you a blow job in the back of your Tahoe, right?
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