I just hope my dad was drunk enough to not remember the whole convo we had about anal.
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
the last girl i hooked up with and the last guy i hooked up with are hooking up right now. this is where bisexuality becomes a problem.
The lawn was on fire, but I fixed it.
Haga you didnt jbsii whee wu an therer
Party on wayne
I don't know what possessed you to do that, but you have to give the stripper more money before you try to check her oil or they are going to throw us out every time you do that.
Tonights drinking will be celebratory and victorious. Picture the end of The Mighty Ducks set to beer.
It's like a teen mom casting at the Obgyn's office. I feel great about my positive life decisions.
This is what my life has come to. Drinking champagne alone yelling at the dog because no one wants to hang out with me
mike is out of commission and cannot make breakfast. he's sitting with two frozen waffles on his face & smiling like an idiot.
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
I think my brain has decided it's boycotting life until it can do whatever it wants.
I appreciate your acceptance of my lack of morals
Not sure but if it exists I will find it and I will fill my face with it
This is a mass text. Who in the hell shat on my stairs last night?
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