All I'm saying, is that being compared to a Muppet is not the end of the world.
he picked an earring up off the bar floor and tried to give it to girls as a present.
I tried to put the left over margartia in a box for you but they wouldn't let me
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
You kicked in the door when she was blowing him. You dont remember do you?
I've got to admit, I'm a little hesitant about giving him road head. I've seen how he drives and I've seen how he acts when I give him head. A small part of me is saying this is going to end badly.
They used the ice bucket from their room to drink beer from and called it the "Holy Grail"
I opened the door and his girlfriend was standing there; we made silent, prolonged eye contact as I quietly put on my panties and left.
I've had 5 hours of sleep and I still smell like sex with the Colonel. I don't appreciate spontaneity.
He used a trumpet as a funnel, said something about valve oil, and puked all over the garage.
I'll have a whole suitcase of emergency bacon with me obviously
UPDATE: THERE IS ASS EATING. I REPEAT: THERE IS ASS EATING.
You walked right into the door. Even the door guy and security guys were laughing.
I'm too hungover to Google him and try to save face.
I can barely operate my hands; what makes you think I can operate my dick
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