I thought friendship was magic
a hummus-sectional ba dum tish! I know that was bad. Please blame my boyfriend, he thought of it.
When they get to third base they think they've scored
None they all stand around complementing it then get mad when it wont screw. Heard from my friend
None, they'll just keep complimenting it and get mad when it doesn't want to screw.
A GIbronie!
Commaraderie
God: Trust. Man can use it to form lasting bonds and friendships. What you making Satan: A bong.