This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
I found your twin in sf. His name is ryan. And you are the evil one.
At CVS buying just condoms. The guy behind me is buying just hotdog buns. There was a silent moment of understanding between us.
I love you. I'm too high for this. Find a way. Make it happen. Live strong.
Although I love the reason it was done, can you maybe not show pictures of my dick to all your friends at parties? I like to present my penis in my own special way. thanks
we found him. outside on the balcony, sitting on a bucket, with his pants off, swearing he was'nt taking a dump
I should have questioned it early on when they said bring beer and chocolate syrup
You insisted we help some homeless guy put up posters for his missing pet alligator so we left you there because they were really just Chinese takeout menus.
There's a very drunk Asian strawberry shortcake crying on the curb next to my truck. I'm not really sure what standard protocol is for this situation.
The feeling I get when I hear beer bottles clinking must be what children feel when they hear sleigh bells on Christmas Eve
His grandma held his dogs so they wouldn't follow me out the door. It was like a whole new level added to my walk of shame.
I cannot, in good conscience, let you talk to a guy who wears Chaps and a knit beanie
He nailed that bed down really well so it won't break again. All I could think while he was nailing it was "challenge accepted".
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