Tastes like my boyfriend.
My balls just dropped. Into your mouth I mean.
Well, your parents raised you. Dogs raise their young better.
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I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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