I'm blazed at jack in the box and my order number is 420. I wish everything in the world made this much sense.
I vaguely remember telling people they were not trash cans
He just said "I made some changes in my life. The male g-spot is in the rectum and I wanted to explore that."
I'm driving behind a lime green VW that has "Seniors '10!" shoe polished on the rear window. i haven't even seen her yet, but I do have a boner.
The remote chance that I may get a blowjob is about the only reason I have a shower every day.
i would think by now you'd realize that my penis does whatever the fuck it wants and i have no control over the situation
Well I say she's a whore. All four of her kids have different last names.
BUT, one is Johnson and the other is Johnston. She gets some credit for that
apparently i told her i wouldn't press charges if she brought me food.
I mean Grimace is basically just a big piece of purple shit and he is loved way more than the hamburglar just to put it into perspective
I'm gonna give him birthday punches. On the dick. With my mouth.
I just tinder matched with a blue angels pilot. I need to make out with him. For America.
Blacked out and Irish exited last night. At dinner. On a Sunday.
The fact that I made out with a twenty one year old father is kind of worrying me now. Like. This is exactly what I wasn't supposed to do in life.
There's a big difference between a penis and a toilet.
If it's any consolation she turned out to be has a collection of clown dolls she talks to crazy. And the cops knew why I was calling when she key locked the door from inside.
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