standing in the yard with no pants on waiting for google maps to come and take a picture.
If I'm gonna go to jail I'm gonna be wearing a poncho
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
most of the afternoon was spent sneaking around my house and alternating which bathrrom to throw up in.
I hope you get some kind or rare disease that makes your dick ties itself in a knot for fucking her you lucky bastard.
Well, during the ride home I had to personally apologize to both of her breasts.
Note to self: remember to figure out whether melted cheese is a liquid when not stoned
The porch is breathing.
STAY OUT OF MY SHROOMS YOU CUNT
Also, I wish we had magnetic nipple rings and our boobs stuck together.
He said his fantasy involved both of us fucking while stuffed into the same overalls
Welp, I'm allergic to codeine. Found that one out the hard way.
And if you haven't kicked a pigeon you haven't started your morning right
The last thing I need is a possessed urethra.
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