I'm in love with everything about you, including your ass juice.
There is nothing more I would love than to ram my weiner into your skin canoe.
You tremble my hips, tickle my nips, and tingle my lips.
May my fingers and your balls have a pleasant rendevous tonight.
Happy Birthday to my mom, who's the reason I still refer to my genitals as my privates.
I'm seven inches away from having sex with you.
I can't think of anything more romantic than watching people drown in 3D with you this weekend.
Sorry I still can't tell you what color Burnt Sienna actually is.
I'll have you know that beneath this professional disguise is a perfectly dirty skank.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and you might be able to slip it in my tailpipe.
I'm thankful I have access to your breasts anytime I want.
I hope my tryptophan-induced coma doesn't interfere with my plans to lay on the couch for four days.
I love everything about you, including your sharts.
My job is beginning to interfere with my masturbation schedule.
You have the overwhelmingly seductive aroma of Vagisil.
Hope you find some great deals on stupid shit this Black Friday.
I could get lost in your bush for days.
