And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
there is no way he can be that small
look on the bright side he'll over comepensate
all thats left of you is your magnum wrapper on my dresser
Even if you were sober, spitters are STILL quitters, end of story.
I am dressing up to go buy weed. I need to get out more.
I think it was the free bomb shots from the creepy bolivians that sent us over the edge
I will take a blow job from a dude that kinda looks like a girl at this point
I have migrated to the couch. Minimal movement is still happening, but I should be mobile enough to go to the liquor store by eight.......so that good.
Trevor is horny so he just called me to tell me all the things that he would like to do with his future wife. That's a new one.
Some lady found my secret pooping bathroom at work. Do I fight her Highlander style? I made or may not be fashioning a crude sword from seat covers and toilet paper rolls.
Do it. DO IT. There can be only one.
You started crawling towards a moving train. Maybe you should take it easy next time
No one likes wet exercise unless it's vigorous sex in the shower
Almost lost a vagina lip in the great shave of '16
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
How did people get blow jobs before text messaging?
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