no. you can't hotbox the world.
i just learned how to squirt via google. life is good.
they said he just opened the front of his shirt and threw up alll over himself
You made a list of reasons why you should be on fear factor. You came up with 2 reasons: "I like fear" and "I am fear"
Trust me. My penis has made more than enough decisions this weekend.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
I think if I set up a series of baby gates up the stairs each one more difficult to undo then the last that should be able to stop your drunk vagina.
I made him an O's fan. One pic of my tits coming out of a Baltimore shirt and it was done.
There was a time I was reining queen of Sunday funday... And at that same time I also weighed 20 pounds more, had the morale of a spearmint rhino stripper, and woke up most mornings asking more questions than fucking Barbara Walters. I think I just wrote my own epitaph.
Yeah I remember doing the worm in my moms room. While she's yelling at me and I'm making seagull nooises
One minute we were playing beer pong, and the next minute I was sprinting to my apartment with a watermelon. wtf happened in between?
He was making a joke about signing my name on this piece of paper. He has a whole bucket filled with names on pieces of paper. I think thats how he keeps count.
I spent last night dying strippers pubes green and landscaping shamrocks. That is why hands look like I squashed a leprechaun.
The power of the half flaccid cock, and to think, I thought I was just playing accordion in front of her Vagina!
The important thing is that she is gone, presumably back to the depths of hell from whence she came.
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