I just want to sing "highway to the danger zone" when I'm taking his pants off.
Its where this guy sticks a jar up his ass. Be prepared to be suspended between vomiting and cheering.
No, I'm never going to get a job bc I don't know anything about public relations except that Chris Crocker wants everyone to leave Britney alone.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
One fish gets drugged and suddenly I'm labeled a bad pet owner. This is so unfair.
By the way, i got bored and just started putting my balls on every object in your room. One at a time.
Don't count me out just yet. Considering bartering a blowjob to see if that boy from work will take my shift.
It was pathetic and I was covered in butter
So to distract myself from jackies vomiting, im making up a story in my head. It's called the little penis that could
I just saw a douchebag with frosted tips & a LaCoste polo with popped collar driving a Call of Duty edition Jeep. It was a cavalcade of stereotypes.
That awful moment when there is no more beer and you find yourself considering tequila and aloe juice.
I was telling my friend about your penis and the only word I could think of was voluptuous. You have a voluptuous dick.
If you had been home 20 minutes ago, you probably would've caught me masturbating, so it might be for the best.
He took a shit in my shoe. A part of me is livid and a part of me is impressed because that’s some real evil genius.
The abomination is in progress. At least one barista side eyed me and the other has fear in her eyes
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