Id pretty much put it in anything at this point. Jello. Dogs. 12 year old boys
Actions speak louder than words. Her actions scream crazy.
Her boobs looked like leather oven mitts. No more cougar hunting for awhile.
no more everclear, i just stood next to the toilet and peed my pants. then went back to the party soaking wet.
he asked my vagina if she was excited to meet Leonard. LEONARD. His fuckin penis is named Leonard.
Talking to a male stripper. About the LSAT. Only in Vegas.
It'll be like a meth lab. But with jello.
this may be my drink champagne alone in a bbaby pool in the dark night
I already banned bobbing for apples. While drunk that's just drowning near fruit.
I air guitared a man's prosthetic leg on the bar to Bruce Springsteen. That's how it's going
The name of the man in your bed is not Ryan. I can't remember what his name is but that is wrong
moral of my life: don't tell a guy you want to have sex with him. he'll get back together with his ex.
Watching Supernatural does more for me sexually than the physical encounters with 90% of the men in my life.
And then she proceeded to tell us that blowing your brother made her feel like part of the family. At this point you were still pretending to be a cat. Need I give another reason she can't live with us?
Is it sad that the most attractive guy I've come across in a week that's not my professor is the man doing my pedicure?
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