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my house keeper must think I'm a prostitute.
My birthing hips are way to big to be around all these juveniles.
my one-armed grandma is doing the YMCA. you figure it out.
I seriously fake cumming more than i poop.
I just remember her telling me "Hi, my names Kaissa and I'm a lesbian" over and over and over and over again as I was crying.
2pm: Breaking news alert: I think I'm finally sober. Oh, and that place needs hotter strippers.
she's throwing a head of lettuce everywhere shouting HEADS UP and trying to get us to play catch with her. i'm scared.
I feel like I was just dunked in a tub of beer and then thrown in a giant dryer with rocks in it.
Why on earth is he slamming his body into the wall again?
Hahaha I don't remember taking it away. But no one should have a sledgehammer at a party. NO ONE.
I'm sensing a Yuletide blow job in your future and by future I mean tomorrow
I HATE HIM SO MUCH I HOPE HE GETS IN SOME WEIRD ACCIDENT WHICH MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO NUT
Babe, Have you see my pants?
Try Jay street in Brooklyn.. that's where I last remember seeing them.
On another note, I think my upstair neighbor is having sex. How awkward would it be if I showed up to her door with a bag of Chipotle?
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