he's a bartender at a gay strip club. maybe he can work his magic. with getting u in, not gay magic.
He had a cowboy hat I don't know where from and he was trying to lasso a snowman with a dog leash.
I drunkenly asked a stripper to join our volleyball team.
He calls it "his noble steed" and i plan to ride it.
He titled his birthday party on facebook, "BJ's in PJ's- an adult slumber party." I'm the only one invited.
I'm taking tokes in the bath tub, come if you want, I'm naked and you have to bring chicken nuggets or else you can't come in
I plan on having so much gay sex in our house while you gone.
dude, I convinced you I was your conscience for like 15 minutes last night. you weren't just "a little high"
Pretty sure that propositioning you to fly across the country for sex fest '13 isn't something my husband would approve of.
Well I can't be held accountable to know every which time you slid a finger here or slid a finger there. I'm way too busy getting close to climaxing to document these things.
There's times when I just want to bottle my farts for later they're so insane.
That moment when I wear the same thing I did to a motel nooner to my family's Christmas party... Ho Hoety Ho bitches
I masterbated poison ivy onto my penis, it hasn't been this upset with me since the Take one for the team fiasco of 02.
He had a hook in his ceiling. I think I'm in love!
He is farting the alphabet right now. In the goddamned restaurant. You don't get to recommend men anymore. Or restaurants for that matter.
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