My wife left me because I have an unhealthy obsession with Africa.
Kenya believe it?!
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My wife left me because I have an unhealthy obsession with Africa.
Kenya believe it?!
I like my women like I like my fastballs: high and tight.
Funny, you’d think my boyfriend would’ve been *more* aroused when I emerged from the bathroom naked, purring that I wanted
I rubbed a magnet on my genitals once. My left nut became positive, my right nut negative, and my johnson pointed to true north.
Whatever doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger. Except a crippling illness that leaves me comatose and on a respirator, that is.
I wish my blind date hadn’t told me he was a poultry farmer, because now I feel compelled to keep checking out his cock.
I’ll bet the fun of overhearing a voice in your hotel’s hallway say, “I’m gonna get DEEP into your ass tonight, baby!” would fade pretty quickly if you then hear your own door click open.
Did you know that Helen Keller had a swing set?
You didn’t know? Neither did she.
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