So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
We just spray painted his balls while he is passed out....I cant wait to see him try to figure this out in the morning.
And on top of all this... he just told me to "chill my nips."
I had to convince you not to write "happy birthday to the first guy who fingered me" on his facebook wall, right above the post from his current girlfriend's mother.
He leaned out the window to puke right as the fan for the ac turned on. All of it blew back up into his face.
Found out why I didn't have to go drug test. My boss grew pot to pay for grad school.
yeah, i found the sharpie that everyone use to sign my tits last night. its dead.
Ita all starting to make sense i need vodka like i need air
But he's not just anonymous male genitalia anymore. I've met him, I've seen his face.
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
We had sex on a couch that was held together by Velcro. Want to know an unsexy sound? Velcro ripping apart under your bare ass.
Who knew removing piercings would be so radical?
You can accomplish quite a bit with a can do attitude and a well placed ice cube.
Gameplan: If the cops show up, find a potted plant to hide behind... It's worked before!
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