I think the phrase "baptist college" should be an oxymoron.
thank god dogs can't talk. they see way to much.
letting you know, as a good neighbor, that when your windows open and your shade is up we can hear and see you dancing naked to money maker... nice boobs
He said he wanted to see my room, not my womb. It's a common mistake.
I mean like, my liver will beg my brain for mercy. Brainll be like I'm Greg Jennings. Liverll be like I'm Darren Sharper. Brainll be like hold my diiiiick.
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
I'm hoping that by this time next year we will be smoking some weed at a gay wedding, asking "Mitt who?"
Seriously I can't get a booty call for some baked goods.
My Captain America poster fell down. Cap is disappointed in my life decisions.
I apparently got up in the middle of the night after fucking him and started looking for you under piles of his clothing
just ran into my drill sergeant from basic 4 years ago. gonna take him home and have him fuck me at the cadence of quick time.
No. There is no way we have to stoop so low as to ask your dad for weed. There has to be an alternative.
I wanna hang out. The cats don't talk back.
Correction: *I* watched JoJo's Bizarre adventure while he snored asleep on me cock still fully inside me.
Steven and I talked about running for office again today. It's fucked that my 3 dream jobs are marijuana bakery owner, bar owner, and president.
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