Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I just turned in a 4 page paper spelling absolute as "absolut" every single time. I'm an alcoholic
there is laundry and salad ALL OVER my car, i need context
The last thing I remember is sitting in a chair and him hand feeding me bell peppers
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
I should've been more social I guess. I feel bad not meeting the people who willingly sucked alcohol out of my navel...
I feel like vibrating beds are just synonymous with venereal diseases.
That awkward moment when your boyfriend tries to have sex with his go pro on #hdporn
I SWEAR TO GOD IF SHE FUCKS WITH OUR GOLD GENE POOL
HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP YOUR SECRETS IF YOU KEEP ON TELLING ME THEM.
He told me to leave him behind and bury him in his batman pajamas. So two lessons I guess, don't give Tom whiskey and don't touch his daddy issues with a twenty nine and a half foot pole.
While I'm here in reality dreaming of catching chili cheese fries with my mouth out of t shirt guns like Jesus is real
Fuck him and his perfect arms, huge penis and relentless ability to ignore me.
But then our conversations are like black box recordings. Just the stuff you hear when the plane is going down
I just discovered my new vice. Cotton candy vodka. Its like a carnival in my mouth, puking of the tilt-a-whirl included.
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