I'm afraid that if I tell my sister I think Zachary Quinto is gay I'll have to put her on suicide watch for the next week or so
I walked into cold stone and the guy started preparing a supersized birthday cake remix for "Mrs. Munchies"
I'm terrified to sleep next to her. Of course the sex will be fuckng awesome.
She gives pretty bad head, but when it's in her dad's Lexus SUV it's tough to complain.
We are not buying weed off a guy from the internet.
I think she was eating a cup of ramen noodles while we banged, or had a seizure
I am expending an amazing amount of energy to not throw up right now
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
I'm stoned as hell watching the new Star Trek movie. My life is 110% better than it was an hour ago.
I told him we could use my stove to make weed brownies, from that point on he kept reffering to me as "best pledge ever"
So shaving my butt whilst humming "be prepared" is now in my top five weirdest Friday night activities.
I feel like I got hit by a truck. And I vaguely remember getting into an argument with a passive aggressive Ron Burgundy in a onesie- grown man, not a baby- about the pronunciation of New Orleans
I wish my nipples were as well behaved as yours.
It turned from Netflix and chill to cringeworthy YouTube videos and chill. At least he's honest.
So you're not opposed to us ever having sex again? Because it just seems like such a waste to let a penis like yours go.
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