I'd stop cutting myself for you.
Rumor has it you suck a mean peter
Your committment to sober living is interfering with my committment to getting laid
I wanna party on your Pussy, Baby.
Idk which I would rather blow more; you or these bubbles.
You know despite your doo-doo face I would still take you directly to Pound Town
If MySpace were still cool I'd totally put you in my Top 8.
See, it's right there in the relationship code: "One little pinch allowed."
I wanna monkey with your wrench
I can't wait to meet you in a well lit, busy location.
I would call you later but I have an iPhone so we'll chat on Facebook instead.
I find the fact that you're not even remotely interested in me extremely attractive.
You make my lady flaps tingle.
My tongue is concerned you may have a cavity.... let me check that for you....
Punch my body throw me on the floor slap me in the face and call me a whore.
I'm glad the fact that you have children hasn't kept you from seeing me again.
I'm inquiring about a short-term lease on a well-groomed vagina.
