honey bunches of taint.
My T9 Word has dryhumped saved but I can't even get it to figure out bbq.
all he has to do is look at me on new years and hes getting laid. thats how hot he is
we already have meals planned for the weekend.
SEMEN IS NOT A MEAL.
He licked the chalk off his shirt, then spat the Mountain Dew from his mouth onto the shirt and sucked on it. And thats him sober.
Dude I live in a fucking closet and still get laid every weekend. Figure it out.
We are stranded. Come find us. Bring an egg
Dancing naked to Celine dion - im alive. No better way to start the day
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
Delete that photo of me. My ass looks WAY to good it in to be on Facebook for everyone to see. You gotta earn that shit.
Dunno. My heart says "no", my brain says "maybe" and my dick says "YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!"
I do not mind being torn from the first touches of sleep to see a man who looks like that
Sara can't come to the phone right now. She's currently having an in-depth conversation with a flower pot.
but if we have a President Trump come Tuesday, I might throw myself off the Walt Whitman Bridge so Thursday might not work for me after all.
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
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