Blood donation centers ask way too many questions:
“Where’d you get it?”
“Whose blood is it?”
“Why is it in a bucket?”
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Blood donation centers ask way too many questions:
“Where’d you get it?”
“Whose blood is it?”
“Why is it in a bucket?”
Motherfucker, stand back while I BLOW YOUR MIND. – Why I’m not allowed to play trains with my niece
My father ran the marathon but my mother ran the 100 meter dash so I grew up with mixed race parents.
My man wanted to fuck me missionary-style. WTF? He knows I’m not religious.
I went to the library and asked the librarian where I could find books about conspiracy theories. She leaned over and whispered:
“They are right behind you.”
I’m really pissed off. I picked up a guy from Craigslist, got off, and dropped him at the bus stop after giving him $2 — and he never gave me back my change!
There are no three words in the English language sexier or more romantic than those three that every woman longs to hear a man say: “I’d hit that!”
I believe God puts people in our lives for a reason. For example, I believe He brought me the new receptionist so I can stare at her tits all day.
There are no canaries on Canary Island. The same thing is true about the Virgin Islands.
There are no canaries there, either.
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