she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
What do you say about some mid-afternoon anal?
Wow my backseat really seemed a lot bigger when we were 16
i have more money on itunes than i do in my bank account... college.
i've noticed that whenever i have to ask myself "would i be doing this if i was sober?" the answer is probably no.
Let's get back to talking about you giving me a blow job.
The pet store wouldn't sell us fish because they said they could tell we were drunk.
Stripperoke is exactly what it sounds...
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
I think she faked a seizure to get out of it ...
This is going to be the time I got green body paint on Chris' ceiling all over again...
If you quit, you're not going to stick to our game plan of dead by 40. I will not be in the titty bar nursing home without you damning
Damnit.
He had a step stool to get in to his bed!
I was giving this fat lawyer a table dance and he asked me if I would be willing to play with his long, hard stick of the law. And you want me to stop drinking at work?
If he ever pulls my hair again, I'm going to conveniently have lock jaw. Then he can decide whether pain during sex is still fucking appealing.
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