I would like to feed your fingertips to the wolverines.
hey no worries the mystery has been solved- i jst sneezed and my undies popped outta my nose.
using no condom is gross. my vagina has a dress code.
4 words: hood of his car
he believed the zit on my nose was a piercing...until he tried to bite it. needless to say he didnt ask for my number
shes got a 6th sense for me cheating...the the hailey joel osmound of me getting bjs
My T9 Word has dryhumped saved but I can't even get it to figure out bbq.
It's mornings like this that make me happy to have a clean pair of underwear in my purse.
I didnt realize we were having a competition in poor decision making skills
how else could I explain the last few years
we're tailgating intramural basketball with hard drugs and tequila...and i think the players are taking shrooms
At one point, you closed your eyes and asked me which 'six flags' we were at
I got to explain to the guys at work today how i had no choice but to go to a gay bar because I was handcuffed to a lesbian.
We will. we just need a little inspiration.... in smoke form.
you said it was a life or death situation, being your partner for beer pong doesn't count
We should write a country song: “Blacked Out on a Sunday”
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