Hey sorry about saying i hated you. it was the coke and the ice cream.
is it a bad sign that i now think of my run-ins with cops as "skill building seminars"?
um, yeah. i think it is.
i freaking love being in a circle of guys. if i fart none of them suspect me.
no seriously he was fingering me like he was really really frantically looking for a song on his iPod.
apparently drunk me likes to play hide the puke.. was not a fun time washing all my legos.
I am getting drunk. And i'm going to paint my face and slide down the stairs like Pochahontas. Goodbye
You may or may not of thrown up on your shoes, and you tried to give me a wet willy in my eye.
dreams really do come true on the roof and drinking again
Itll be like a collage of penis. And not that abstract, one penis in a big painting contemporary shit. Collage....
If I could drive and get you Starbucks I would... But that's probably not a good idea. On account of the drugs.
It'd be easier to list the surfaces my ass hasn't been on.
I wouldn't be too worried. He's been known to chase a chubby before.
THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR SISTER
If I could run through a field of Reece's and Oreos, dive off a milkfall into a bowl of cereal. My Life would complete.
It's seriously like a finger. But it's a cock. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fuck him to be polite.
Why would you keep yourself in a sharting situation
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