I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
These people keep looking at me like I'm the first person to ever eat ribs in a Home Depot.
I just noticed my teeth are no longer straight. Wondering if anyone had an explanation.
you're not a real person. you're actually just like a box of wine that can talk
You do realize that we got a stripper to do the YMCA for us on the main stage... Right?
What do you mean how did you end up there? You told him he had a face you'd like to ride, that's a deal sealer in any language.
After the Patriots lost I punched him in the face. But I still feel like that isn't a good reason to dump me.
No longer allowed at circus circus apparently fuvking in the elevator is frowned upon.
I think I shall call his penis Gatsby. We talk about it all the time, but I never see it.
I know he'd never cheat on me. It'd be like choosing Mexican tap water over Patron.
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
She's cute. And her snoring noises remind me of the incidental music from Jaws.
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
What can I say, like your penis. The fact that I like the person attached to it helps too
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