your address is 607B right?
yeah why?
i need to tell the guy bringing over the flaming bag of dog shit where to put it
When she can manipulate the direction of her leg hair, you know its time to leave
Kinda wish I banged him. I need the exercise.
He just got home drunk. He ate 5 snack cakes, said Little Debbie's his bitch, went upstairs and fell asleep.
Did I ever tell u about how my buddy fucked peter coors's daughter and made a tshirt that said I TAPPED THE ROCKIES with her picture on it?
I think theres a high possibility i could be flammable.
Its like a zucchini between his legs. An orgasmic zucchini.
You were in your third change of clothes, and I found you in my driveway passed out with my dog's food bowl. You win.
We found him sitting in a beach chair in the basement storage room passed out. Idk if we should move him or pass the bowl around.
Some guy just rode an office chair down my street, I hope he comes back so I can give him my number.
He passed out in the car on the way to the party. Seabiscuit tripped before the race even started....Lil bitch....
I literally got so drunk last night, I texted myself "porpoises" and that was it. I have no recollection of this.
Looks better than the half a blow job I got the other night which I had to finish myself. From a chick I refer to simply as "mom jeans".
I mean, how am I going to build a relationship on trust if he finds out I roofied him?
She sent me a video of herself sitting in the car stone faced listening to the Titanic song on silence. She won't answer my texts.
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