you're like the ceasar milan of boners... you understand them on a different level.
just ate frosted cheerios in coffee with some marshmellows. the college diet begins
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
That's ok. I found a crab leg in my bed and have no pants on.
Last night I ate parmesan cheese straight out of the container while watching Chelsea Lately. Look at what happens to me when you leave.
Yes I was being legit. That's the only plant I want in my house. A growing penis.
his dad came out and found me sleeping indian style on the couch with my cup balancing on my boobs. didn't spill a drop.
Lmao. We just snorted some mystery powder uriah found packged up in my car, that i know has been in there almost a year... Its adventure time.
They drank shots out of my cleavage. Surprisingly, the one who did the best was a gay guy.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: your tits are a danger to gay men everywhere.
The ratio of last drink to last smoke is so tricky. This could go on until the booze is gone
Moonshine marathon is never a good idea
This question may sound intrusive, but how did pushing out a baby affect your vagina?
Yeah but you let me touch your butt. You're clearly the winner.
I think I sent pictures of my boobs to an Olympic athlete...
I wore the clothes I got arrested in last night to work today.....there is no where but up from here!
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