They have to be talking about me. I never heard that statement until I was born.
The bouncer asked you what your sign was and u replied "syracuse"
Am i fat?
Well i wouldnt let you on top
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
You were throwing ham at people telling them you were the sandwhich fairy
Long story short, the rash from your last birthday party told me not to go to this one.
Whiskey??
It will be at least another 6 weeks before I say yes again. I'm bruised. I stole sex cards and a really nice pocket knife. I acquired a vial of my own blood. Talk about a yard sale...
Wait also totally unrelated but can horses sit down?
I just tried to picture one and I don't think they can cause I can't envision it
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
She said I'm like warm bathroom-sink water. There's nothing necessarily wrong with me, but she doesn't exactly want to "drink me in"
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
I vote we just hike, drink, and destroy dick
I wish I was taller so I could give these boobs the publicity they deserve.
I'm just hoping that with all the times he's puked in my yard a mushroom field might grow.
eating pizza to get the taste of dick out my mouth wby
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