You know you love balls. Don't act all "I-Don't-Love-Balls-ish"
He just asked me if I ever had the urge to put a zucchini in my ass.
it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
people at meijer look at you funny when you have 37 bottles of champagne in your cart.
The higher i get, the less gay he looks, and the more i want to make out with him. This is dangerous.
I like to think of it as a lesbian feast.
He's the kind you'd bring home and you'd wake up and all your food would be half eaten on the kitchen floor and all your socks would be missing.
I hope your sleeping good cuz when u wake up im punching you square in the face
And by defning the relationship I mean telling him I'm gonna fuck other people but its cool If he does the same.
You know when you get a stripper pays your bail. You got good wood.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
"I feel morally obligated to vote for him since he's my drug dealers dad"
if becoming an adult is chugging a bottle of wine in your bed and crying about your stresses while your dog watches you, sign me up
He just stopped me mid blow job so he could text his wife asking for TacoBell.
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