So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
He set 8 alarms to make sure I took my birth control on time..
he seriously made his penis a facebook.
I'm sure it was awkward. I've never had a professor expose parts of them to me before.
I'm just going to say , cocktail races are not for a Wednesday night maybe not even a Friday type of deal
Jake bring pizza.
JAKE BRING PIZZA.
However today I got my lube that might I add was dripping out of the box. I'd like to think my mailman was mixing business with pleasure.
At IHOP. It feels weird and sad that your cleavage isn't here for me to try to toss paper wads into.
So this is what it's like to wake up with someone else's blood in your nose...
Welcome to the club of "Sick of cleaning up actual shit." We meet on the 3rd Sunday of each month. Bring your ceremonial viking helmet.
I never thought I'd say this but there's too many dicks around here.
When I woke up I had 6 missed calls making sure I was ok and asking if I remember showing my tits to a picture of her baby.
I was at his place until 2am. We just sat really close an stared at each other. I think you are right. Germans must not have feelings. Not even tingly ones in their pants.
I would have wore underwear last night if I knew I had to change a tire this morning
I shit myself and fell down the stairs and I’m still finding shit In those pants.
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