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Moan for me like Helen Keller
So I'm at the Chevron by your house. I need a condom and a couch.
Together?
Preferably.
Last night was a blur. All I remember is jizzing in the squeegee bucket at a gas station.
The look on the soccer mom's face was PRICELESS.
you kept calling numbers in ur phone book and saying, "I love your show, I'm a long time listener, first time caller."
if you don't let us come over today i'm not taking the second plan b pill. your call.
Hit a parked car with a "property of Jesus Christ" bumper sticker. Wrote out five hail mary's and left it on the windshield.
Tell me why I'm at Target and this entire Spanish family is crowding around the condoms questioning which ones they should get
if you want blown tonight you're gonna have to take me up on that offer now. in less then 45 minutes you're gonna be blacked out and i'm not doing something i'm not getting credit for in the morning.
I've realized that my life is in no way structured to be compatible with monogamy. I'm not adjusting to this well.
the bathroom floor of the diner looks a lot different when you're not rolling around and puking on it.
You are the worst substitute drug dealer ever
I had to stop mid sex to take my turn on words with friends so he wouldn't get suspicious. Hookup of the night helped me. We won.
I just hit myself in the face while taking off my shirt. I could never be a stripper.
Just wanted you to know two things, 1st I sent the second thing to a broad ive been talking too. 2nd that was not just a fart.
I guess I'm open to more types of dick now
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