Better to hold in your poop than release an oozing mushy goopy mess and leave more skid-marks on the hotel-room toilet than at a racetrack. Jesus H Christ was that embarassing my bung hole was like an overflowing dam from all that Tai food
Yeah, because education majors are the slutty girls in college, obviously you stupid idiot. Anyways, my girlfriend took a nasty dump in my toilet and left more skid marks than a race track. It was an AWKWARD conversation.
Don’t choke. Just imagine your interviewer taking a hot, steamy, messy dump, and that he has a one-inch willy. You’ll never feel more confident, young Cherub.
I see your point, but I respectfully disagree. Sometimes, when I’m alone at night and can’t sleep, I cover myself in Vaseline, roll around on the floor, and pretend I’m a slug. With that being said, I think your claim lacks support.
My life is a lot like my penis. Sure, it could be much more impressive – but it’s still pretty alright, and I’ve become content with the realization that it’s not getting any bigger.
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The only time I cringed was when I walked into my bathroom after my girlfriend took a poop and saw more skidmarks than a fucking racetrack
Better to hold in your poop than release an oozing mushy goopy mess and leave more skid-marks on the hotel-room toilet than at a racetrack. Jesus H Christ was that embarassing my bung hole was like an overflowing dam from all that Tai food
Yeah, because education majors are the slutty girls in college, obviously you stupid idiot. Anyways, my girlfriend took a nasty dump in my toilet and left more skid marks than a race track. It was an AWKWARD conversation.
My daughter came a few minutes early, probably because she was having coitus with a hung black bull.
I drunkenly took a huge messy dump in my toilet, and it was like trying to scrape melted cheese off of a cheeseburger.
Don’t choke. Just imagine your interviewer taking a hot, steamy, messy dump, and that he has a one-inch willy. You’ll never feel more confident, young Cherub.
Is it a shotgun wedding?
I’ll be covering myself in black paint, standing in front of a yellow wall, and pretending to be a deer-crossing sign.
I see your point, but I respectfully disagree. Sometimes, when I’m alone at night and can’t sleep, I cover myself in Vaseline, roll around on the floor, and pretend I’m a slug. With that being said, I think your claim lacks support.
“than,” not “then.”
When you skip lunch, you lose weight, but you’re also losing muscle. Not a good idea
Solid take. However – I wore grey sweatpants out to the bar. Let’s just say, from this point on, I won’t be wearing grey sweatpants out to the bars.
Tax season is coming around – who needs a girlfriend when you get fucked by the government?
Funny, normally when I take off my pants, 2.5 gets an entirely different reaction. But overall, solid piece.
My life is a lot like my penis. Sure, it could be much more impressive – but it’s still pretty alright, and I’ve become content with the realization that it’s not getting any bigger.