Yeah, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I tried not to clench and things went pretty smoothly.
Steel Reserve is the RC Cola of alcohol. It's never ok.
capt morgan doesn't hurt if you honestly believe it's golden flavored kool-aid.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
the last thing i remember is you screaming lets hunt humans.
Wait, we're on the hunt for addys and explosives. They're both in this house somewhere.
I didn't wanna be that girl that took a shit in the ocean..
Because its an amazing idea and you're the only one I can think of that will allow a pirate threesome
I should probably file for unemployment. Sometime between last night and 4 AM I facebooked my manager the lyrics to hoe by ludacris. I'm just projecting ahead here.
The guy I wanted to make out with just got beat up, let's roll.
Fuck. The basement bathroom I've been getting head in for 6 months just went 'Out of Service'.
Let's play, "guess how long my Neighbours have been watching me dance naked".
Please warn me if you ever end up in porn, cause I don't want to stumble across that on accident, okay?
Running my fingers through my hair is like that scene from Patch Adams where the girl goes swimming in a pool of spaghetti. I love molly.
Can i have the words "she went crazy and never came back" written on my grave?
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