I used to date an anorexic girl. I confined our sex life to her giving me blow jobs. Not because I enjoyed it so much, because I did, but because she looked like she could use the protein.
I saved her life!
I used to date an anorexic girl. I don't know if it was because she was hungry or not, but she gave a great blow job, and, believe me, I know. I was in the Navy.
I break the cookies in half to let the calories excape.
Toward the end of my first marriage, I'd wake up in the morning in bed, look at my wife, and feel like that movie producer in the movie The Godfather.
Her eyes look like where love goes to die.
I looked into her eyes, and I felt like my soul was being sucked out of me... and not through my penis, like is so often the case.
And not in that sex-act-that-dare-not-say-its-name kind of way.
You order shit, you eat shit!
Tsunami? More like "yo' mommy!"
He took it on the chin, and not like Rock Hudson.
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