alright got my week's quota of sex in, ready for modern warfare 2
My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
I tried to fuck this guy who I'm pretty sure has an erectile dysfunction
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
His ankle bracelet went off in the middle of sex. That makes a girl reevaluate her life...
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
Gosh I haven't been pantsless in front of anyone for a while. It's time for me to pick up my game. We need a party. I need some rum.
Next sat night Titanic party. Bring your floaties, trashy necklaces, and a large lung capacity. This ship is going downnnnnnn.
I'm in a waiting room at the hospital - and there's a dude here who is WAY too proud of his urine sample.
I will turn myself into a beacon of get at me bro
conclusion from last night: i should wear boob glitter more often
Im part way to drunk.
I mean my dick does have feeling again, which is a step in the right direction
I am luring the porn star to my house with chicken!
learning about efficiency and effectiveness in an administration seminar. real world application: walking across the street to the pub on break to shotgun a beer.
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