I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
So she said grabbing my cock was like holding a giant crayola from pre-school.
that was the beginning of the end.
all i seem to do anymore is lay around stoned, naked and eating mangoes
You know, be my cock's hype man.
maybe if i keep dancing i won't throw up
i just kept saying he was red & i was blue and we couldnt become purple. I started crying at one point
I have no words
Neither did my mom, when she walked in on me squating with my balls in a cup of hot water.
I'm like the kid who wants his birthday and christmas equally. Every time I get one I want the other. Only I don't want holidays I want brothers
I keep shaking cocoa puffs out of my hair. Best Sunday Funday ever.
When nipples stop being hilarious I'll stop getting them out in public.
I just spilled grey goose in my hair. You could say I keep it classy for the family Christmas parties.
I'm developing all these feelings it's disgusting.
Would I be crazy if I drove 1,000 miles for some dick? What mile does it become ridiculous?
At this point it's more of an experiment to see how much actual bush growth is possible. See, being single can be both educational and surprisingly comfy!
she used her teeth again, but this time it was out of love
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