i'm home, then i'll come over
ightttt gangstaaaaaaaaaaaa
nvm.
I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.
noo you weren't that drunk. you just knocked the grill over and couldn't get the key in the door, so you climbed through the window. success.
And there are taco shells on the ceiling fan
I don't want to talk. I just want to motorboat those tits
It's like salsa. But with balls in it. I like to call it balsa
They only knew me as the lesbian that passed out in a bathtub. That's not what you call friendship.
Basically as long as the fan is pointed at my vagina i can cool off enough to sleep.
Apparently my Ambien addled brain last night actually did decide to go ahead and photoshop you into various animal and human molesting scenarios. That's a hell of a thing to wake up to.
You both sound like you need to get shit faced, fight it out, and have makeup sex.
On the food pyramid big dick are "sometimes foods"
Anyway, all that to say that tiny penises are a hassle.
What, wait. You are not supposed to drink wine out of the bottle?
I wish I could open myself up and check on my liver. Make sure it's hanging on. Ya know?
He let me eat chexmix while we fucked... I think I love him.
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