In my 8 am class there was a pack of birth control on the board with a note saying, "Some dude somewhere is unhappy."
Not too sure about the toy story pull ups. The kids point to their crotch all day and say woody.
Seriously, I'm ready to settle for ugly and unemployed as long as he has decent hygene and likes to go down.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
she sent me pictures of 3 different vaginas and if I could pick which one was hers i could sleep with her.
I was always good at matching as a child.
Of course it was necessary for me to call the strip club and ask what their shower policy is. Smelled like she was wiping her ass with my eyebrows during that dollar dance.
You're lucky you got out when you did, about an hour later the girl in the Franzia box started wrestling everyone.
And suddenly....Tubas. Tubas everywhere.
Meh, all I have to do tomorrow is proctor an AP test. No loud noises and no physical activity allowed for almost 4 hours. Sounds like the perfect recovery period for a hangover.
Her son walked in on us and asked if he could "wrestle too."
So vagazzling was a success
This morning when you were fucking me you said you'd go to the store and get me tampons and a 30 pack
Just had a flashback of scottish man yellin' at my face. What the fuck I did?
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
Talk shit all you want but with my new knife sharpener I have a lethal razor sharp pizza cutter. Fuck with me Mario I dare you!
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