I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
And i quote: "where's y'alls from comin' in with them accents?" - from a mississipi mcdonalds
your address is 607B right?
yeah why?
i need to tell the guy bringing over the flaming bag of dog shit where to put it
tonight, alcohol would be proud of us
just took my ibuprofen with ramen broth, yay college
he is literally lying on the floor eating cookies. doing nothing. and as i was hitting him he needed to protect the cookies more than himself.
I totally cried the whole time and then screamed out my new therapists name....
yeah I'm sure your grandparents are the best but it's halloween. get a slutty costume and let's go ham.
He was the one that got away. From my vagina.
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
Do not tell me that that is not the face of a man who has sex with goats.
Remember that time you came over to my house and I was on the porch naked and eating peanut butter?
I might have snap chatted him. So here's what I need you to do. Find him. Abduct him. Get his phone. View the chat so he can't. Then, buy him ice cream. He deserves ice cream.
I wouldn't say I LOVE Pacman. I mean, sure, I'd battle against you in an epic Pacman struggle for blow jobs and glory. But I mean, who wouldn't?
Pooping with Eye of the Tiger playing. Not a single fuck shall be given.
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