Call me Kermit cause I'm about to go piggin
paul mccartney is starting to look like angela lansbury
how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
Well I think that's a good thing that I'm not full of someone else.
we screwed to my bar mtzvah tape, I became a man while watching myself becom a man
i almost hope i AM knocked up so i can ruin the rest of his life
I'm covered in sharpie and the girl next to me just said something smells like fried food. Hint: it's me. Why am I in class?
Or maybe my penis is just the key to their locked boxes of crazy, and I unleash their wrath upon all of mankind just so I can get my nut off
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
I have just gotten home. I saw a lot of penis tonight. On a trampoline. Shit got weird.
I have been drunk every time I've gone to mexico. I do not remember mexico.
Only you could make a reflective vest look even remotely sexy
He asked when the last time I had sex was. I had to look at the clock and respond "12 hours ago"
I'm torn between regretting everything and regretting nothing.
I had to cum in my sink.
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