What's up you little bitch? Gimme a fuckin' call back you fuckin' whore. Byyeeee, I love you.
Here is my keep the bra on mentality. You're such a liar, whatever, fuck you, this means something to me. listen…how many ways are there for breasts to go wrong? too many! too many! shh shh. how many categories are there? how many spectrums are there for things to go wrong? Too many. Too many! Every once in a while, things work out well…things work out perfectly, and god knows we appreciate it. But all too often, are men are left standing, "I should have kept the bra on." And what is the motto, what is the typical Jewish motto. Better safe than sorry. Keep the bra on always. You hear this ladies and gentleman…keep the bra on, always!
A girl named Dominic called a guy named Ryan to confess her love (after just meeting him). Slight problem….SHE DIALED THE WRONG NUMBER! Listen to this hilarious, rambling drunken message.
It's Raining men.
(512): Dude is Really Hammered, Has Crabs and is Going...
Or my God, listen yet. I'm looking on this got damn website, nice. Even you got jerking with the jerky boys this I add give away, and the first thing that I wanna tell you is that you you're sick, 6 May and I'm looking at it and got damn it, I got the looking at it like you wanna sit around and have some kind. I did some kind of Circle Jerks on top of the night had like it was a cracker well you do get this god damn it, then I'm looking at it. He said upload some voicemails the last week and I pat it's that's ridiculous someways mails. I don't even Lou the the venues is voicemails. I don't know what the you think you are even come in and and like you some kind. I can with the i'm gonna give you did, so I'm gonna give you that have logic, just got damn give it out like a blow job sale is on that. I don't know what your ass like a god, B M, she deal with the Robert ohh son of a damn it. Did anybody, even in your contact. Holy, I got home i got, i gotta go. My balls origin. I gotta get [click to continue...]
Hey you mother fucker. It's only 10:30 and I am fucked up. I'm not really badly fucked up, but I'm fucked up enough to have a fucking conversation with the black dude in the bathroom who gives you paper towels. Man I gotta big bottle of Jagger, some fucking Coor's Light, and I've got that big box of … watching some girls. It's great, man. And he was here when I got here. Man, I wish you was with us. You and that mother fuckin' fine boat. Anyhow, give me a call tomorrow you dumb bitch. Bye.
Benjamin, whussup dude. I'm rolling with my friend Alex. And I…Listen listen hold on. Ohhhh, grrr, over here, he just rode a cop bus rig back man. Gimme a call back dude. We're rolling to the bar with a bunch of bitches. Cmon dude, you gotta come up to Mount Pleasant. Alright. Alright later man. Peace.
So did I tell you about Jamie Greene? She decided to try her luck at dice in Vegas. She lasted a whole 10 minutes before she was flat broke, homeless, and working for this less and working for this black guy named Martin Luther King. She sent me a care package the other day, and guess what was in it? Her busted snatch and flat-tire asshole.
Heyyyyaaaaa, so that was a yawn you little motherfuckin' bitch. And answering your motherfuckin' phoooonnne you stupid whore. You better call me in the morning and wake me up. I will stuff a fuckin' 12 inch dick up your ass! Just give me a fuckin', drunk, ugh, you whore! He's getting a 12 inch dick up his ass.
Yo whatup man, this is Josh. I'm just calling to say what's up I just stumbled in my dorm right now. Its like 330 in the morning. Alright gimme a call…later. Peace.
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