I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
So J keeps drinking his last bit of drink, then spitting it out and drinks it again. Savor the flavor?
I've made out with men from every corner of the globe. Sex-wise, I've almost conquered europe. Take that napoleon
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
you are not perverted enough for this relationship to work out.
New term. "Find a husband" fridays. It's like thirsty thursdays, but with a dowry.
Yeah...I know. It's cute I think...I mean cute in a weird like hey I kinda took you home from the bar one night, maybe criticized your penis, and fucked your brains out...kinda sorta way
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
Out of curiosity, do you feel happiness for you, or sadness for ME, that you are the only one I drunk text?
I remember sitting in your lap naked saying I don't want to be all looks while you gently rocked me back and forth
No more pre-dentist shots, I just puked on my hygienist
The first time he ever tried to hold my hand, I moon walked away.
My life has come down to me literally sitting on an uncrustables trying to defrost it because I’m drunk alone and hungry.
Dude. All I know is that I woke up on the floor with two naked chicks who don't speak English.
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