Kenny Powers is just a normal guy with exceptional hair
found a strand of your hair in my car. it's 1 ft 7 inches long
wtf you measured my hair?
his cum tasted like old pizza and looked like old milk
your stepbrother is rimming his martinis with coke... keeps saying "thank god its tuesday". where does funemployment end and intervention begin?
I'm sitting in my bathroom sink, eating a tuna sandwich. He had better weed than I expected.
He was like an artic tracker. Walked ten paces from the tree, then 15 paces from the mailbox, dug down in the snow, and pulled up the case of beer he hid from his parents out there. It tasted like ice cold success.
nothing worse than walking out of class after 3 hours and having covered exactly zero information
walking out with herpes. that would be worse
Anal and Aoki tickets...I'd say I give pretty good Valentines Day gifts.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
Your stories are the best. I feel like you're a spy among the heteros. It's not fair.
The moment I was petting the giraffe was the moment I passed out
you said something about joining a k-pop band before passing out topless on the trampoline.
I blame everything on you. My broken heart, my fucked up liver and my twisted mind.
I'd like to thank Vicodin for getting me through family thanksgiving once again.
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