Weren't you self-described as an 'arab' slut?
No?
Well my cheeks are red now
id tell you what to do, but my morals dont exactly scream, "Listen to this guy!"
they need to just BURY HIM!
Woke up this morning 8 levels higher in Call of Duty then when I started drinking... told you I was better when I was drunk.
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
I feel like a fucking princess. Like an heiress of a kingdom of drugs.
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
You kept trying to throw the grocery cart off the balcony.
And then I cried about the Cubs for a half hour. If my dignity hadn't already been lost by that point in the night, it sure as hell was then.
You kept sacrificing me last night. You would just yell out "Virgin Sacrifice!!" and then throw me into a circle of men.
The power of the half flaccid cock, and to think, I thought I was just playing accordion in front of her Vagina!
Could you just like have a friend who feels bad for me and secretly always wanted to have sex with me
And all i could do was bury the part of me that felt guilty for cradle robbing and put on my dick swallowing bib.
I wasn't that drunk.
You were calling my cat 'Simba' and holding him up in the air.
You planned on giving him head in the shower?
More like I just fell and it seemed like a good idea when I was down there
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