yeah, we don't understand. the wings losing for guys is like girls finding objects in their body..just weird and sad
And you just kept trying to fit through the dog door and not drop Jello shots.
It was worse than when we pepper-sprayed my dick. I feel mislead.
I was talking about you wanting my dick, but that works too
Do you ever wonder what the men who we shamelessly objectify would think if they saw our texts in regard to them?
Lets ignore the fact that you want to turn your dorm room into a sex dungeon and focus on the real issues here.
The smell came through my closed door. His farts are made of rendered tires, and apparently, ghosts.
Yeah, but he has adorable dimples and dimples talk me into things.
You were drunk it couldn't have been that bad
I've never been drunk enough to enjoy getting a blister on my dick.
I just added a bunch of arbitrary options to my ouija board. Ghosts can now tell me "cheddar," "the homosexual agenda," "the whole foods vegan aisle," or "viable offspring"
I got with him in my watermelon costume so ya you owe me $1
I think the reason she hasn't text me back is because I spanked her ass with Hulk Hands
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A good example of deductive reasoning: Knowing that when my girlfriend texts me "I promise not to smoke all your weed!" that she is...at that VERY moment...Smoking All Of My Weed.
Officially not baby mama #3. Celebration is in order.
Randomize
