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this one can actually spell my name, that's a shoe-in
Dude, I don't care how big her tits are. I have to dump her. She shit in my shower.
We've got 2 weeks of college left-I want to feel like Gary Busey by graduation.
He sent me $300 worth of sex toys. My clitoris went into hiding after two days.
You were fucked up like a footballbat trying to eat gum off your shoe. And that wasn't even the nights lowest point.
He recognized me by my ass from about 15 yards away. I must have a REALLY nice ass.
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
perfect. if all else fails remind him how anxious he is. talk real fast and induce a panic attack that only I can remedy with xanax.
I just want a sensitive guy who will get drunk with me then take me out to steal things. Is that too much to ask?
Do you count doing $200 of coke off his dick until 6am as a successful rekindling of our relationship or...
SHE MASTURBATED TO THE THOUGHT OF ME HAVING AN ALL DUDE THREESOME WITH HER EX BOYFRIENDS.
I just used a coke ridden $20 bill to buy Girl Scout cookies
If sleeping with your boss doesnt scream job security i dont know what does.
BUT YOU GOTTA TASTE THE RAINBOW!!
That's what Skittles are for!
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