areee we human. . .oorrr areee we dancerssssss?!
you srsly need to quit going to that bar
I am like the Mr. Miyagi of queefs.
I popped a zit on your vagina. Don't say I never loved you.
You were doing downward dog and puking off my deck at the same time.
I made the bartender pinky promise me there was still vodka in my drinks.
Lives are in shambles. Livers are in disrepair. Our friend was missing for 2 days. His brother slept in a porta potty. God damn you college world series
she's living proof man. somebody has literally pissed in the gene pool
I repeat the shot was ON FIRE. I am never going to a pirate bar again.
My goal for tonight is to swipe my debit card through those weird rolls on the back of a big bald guy's head.
What was the name of that place where we saw that concert? It was like a warehouse and some guy was living in the loft above the stage...
It's called: a legit place to drop acid.
Secondly, that waffle is lost for good. I have no fucking idea where that bitch is
I guess I'll just chalk it up as a learning experience and a lot of great sex.
I think we need to stage an Intervention. Her Instagram is a call for help.
Everytime I give him head I make him rub my back. Teamwork at it's finest.
This is a long quiet interstate without somebody to sext.
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