And now his mom knows I was dipping my pen in company ink
dinner at cheesecake factory: $40. drinks at yard house: $50. having sex in the VG parking lot while people are staring at you awkwardly: priceless. Goodnight.
I cant remeber how long i've been laying here...it could be 10 minutes to a fucking day
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
ah, there's nothing like waking up to picture messages of a strange man's cock. life is good.
haha, that's fucked up. flacid cock pictures are the mental breakfast of champions.
I bet they don't have a scenario slide on how to deal with a suggested three way with counsel during harassment training.
He kept saying "this is a bad idea" wasn't in his vocabulary. He left at 2 came back at 6 eating frozen waffles and he had a symbol, a moped mirror, and a new MacBook. I'd say he had a good time
seriously when did my vagina become a soup kitchen for the poor
I'd feel sorry for him and his injury but it's an inconvenience for my vagina
PS: I just woke up from my shower
I just want to get drunk and wake up on Wednesday
One singular head for man, one giant climax for mankind
You know you're high when you find yourself sitting on the floor with the refrigerator door open, talking to various foods. Hand gestures and all.
Come home... I’m drinking and playing with knives
Are you coming over for scrambled eggs and hand jobs?
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