bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
he kept a regular condom in his wallet just so he could comment on how it wouldnt fit before whipping out the magnums. i give him points for the build up
Wedding cake is always the best dance partner. In the corner. With a jack and coke. And while I'm crying. Listening to "Almost Paradise".
If you spent as much time trying to get laid as you do masturbating you would surpass all of us.
All of the sudden your world had become nothing but the sum of visible dicks. Welcome to life.
No seriously stop! I feel bad for him. It isn't even big enough to make fun of. It's so small that it's like a disability.
I don't think boys are aware how difficult it is to take a picture of your own ass.
The worst thing about him living around the corner is that who ever suggests the booty call is the one that walks over.
Hey! Welcome back! How was the bachelorette in Vegas?
A safari of penis I hurt to the core
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
You called me last night and said you had a vision that a cat made you a sandwich. You were tripping way too hard
It's settled. One of us is going to bang her brother. The world demands justice and he's hot. We'll be the justice league if it were made of alcoholic whores
In other news my pubic hair is covered in glitter.
my vagina can't handle any more of our 4 day long smash bash. it should be like a holiday or something. should only happen once a year.
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