I'm in that stage of denial where I hope our kids have his nose.
You do realize that you broke up with him, right?
there was a guy here who managed to get his head stuck in a fishbowl. no, I don't fuckin know how
He had a stripper pole in his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be impressed or creeped out.
She eyed me up from across the bar and mouthed "I have no gag reflex".
I was more traumatized by the table collapsing while i was going down on you.
I just found cold cuts in the blender. You and beefeater can no longer have unsupervised parties.
Until you wake up with a Hustler club stripper in the next room whose nipple you were coerced to lick at Snake & Jake's after breaking up a fight between an Indian and a Filipino, I don't wanna hear about your weird.
Well the "Blackout with your sack out" party turned out predictably.
She was two things I dont understand: tall and Christian
I feel as though my head has drastically changed shape
I'm just gonna put on a documentary and throw up
You were more fun when you didn't have morals.
i think we sleep fucked last night...
Lunch?
Massage?
Spanking with handcuffs?
He was talking about his friends deceased ferret and I still managed to orgasm.
Now THAT is dedication!
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