I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
What the hell do I have to do to get some foreplay around here? This sucks.
I think you know the answer.
How can I marinade myself in Vodka?
He is drunkenly eating my teddy grahms and making little growling noises as he bites the head off of each one.
I wish I had a frozen water bed.
best. idea. ever.
I feel like I'm in a bed a bagels and mistakes.
i really regret not blowing your cousin before he went to jail
Itll be like a collage of penis. And not that abstract, one penis in a big painting contemporary shit. Collage....
Secondly, that waffle is lost for good. I have no fucking idea where that bitch is
I've already dropped her on the ground of a crowded bar dancing , been incoherent drunk to the point i couldn't speak and came within 2 seconds all on separate evenings so at this point she should know what I'm about
Next year for Halloween you can be the sword swallower, with a penis shaped sword.
Is it against health code to come into work half drunk and commando?
AND I HAVE A NICE COCK! A STRIPPER TOLD ME SO IT MUST BE TRUE!
FUCK IM ABOUT TO GET A DICK PIC IN THE LIBRARY
I had a meltdown and you quoted Puddle of Mudd to me
You were painting for six hours and managed one four foot wall. "The Mellow Handyman" isn't a good business model.
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