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Note to self: When getting ready to leave with a kid in a wheelchair don't say Let's roll
I don't think my ego could take a straight man out-cooking me.
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
I may still return these pants. Depends how much they smell like alcohol by tmrw morning. I've already spilled once.
We were fucking on his hammock and right as he came we flipped over. I landed on him, he landed on a pile of pinecones. We're done with nature sex.
I found your knife. It was stuck in my bedroom ceiling.
He was pretty handsy. Told me I tasted like smoke. Good think he tasted that and not the stomach acid I just puked not ten minutes before.
We don't know where he is but he left his pants and what appears to be a tooth here so he's gotta come back sometime
I may or may not have definitely said the words "how do I put this beer in my purse without looking like an alcoholic" last night.
what do we think the timeline is for when your liver will begin to revolt against your drinking habits?
Wow I got tittyfucked by the American Dream
I wanna eat mushrooms and cuddle with a million dogs at once. I wanna know what heaven is like
yeah, i thought because of the nature of his job he would have been better at it, but i guess there's a difference between a bagpipe and vagina
His junk had piercings everywhere. The dick and balls. It was a fucking pirate penis.
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