I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
I put my bosses number in my phone as "Do not call," I shouldve known my drunk curiosity would overcome any desire I had to keep my job.
again?
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
He has a really nice penis but its like a model that wasn't built to scale
dude you guys. You can't throw up in the recycling bin. I don't think vomit is recyclable
No. If you are gonna end this, you are gonna do it right. Not by getting bombed and falling on a strange penis. That was the old you.
It was a legit night tell he threw a snowball in the bar, thats when I knew it was time to go to the next bar.
I have 4 passes to the spa here, walking around with a robe on and putting cucumber slices on my penis. You guys should come hang out here. It's very relaxing
Can't we have real sex instead of you just thrusting the air near me?
But I mean, have you ever just LOOKED at how majestic penises are? They are like ivory columns of pure wonder!
The Medal of Honor you banged could be at the inauguration today. You really dropped the ball on keeping up with that one.
I'm never drinking again. I saw way more penises than I ever cared to see last night. And I've decided that I'm going to live in Scotland.
I need an explanation for both of these epiphanies.
How does one hint at their mentee that they used to casually fuck his brother
I was just told that I'm the Sherlock Holmes of drunken sex. I'll take it.
No I’m scared man. She sharted. In my car. Wearing a dress. And I still like her.
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