if you dont talk to me in person you cant text me
I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
i'm drunk and confused. there might be a 4 year old here.
He decided not to draw dicks on my face when I passed out because he was afraid I'd retaliate and superglue his dick to his stomach....he knows me too well.
I think they called the cops after 15 minutes of you shaking their clothes line like the ultimate warrior and calling out hulk hogan
he can show you his cooooock\nshining, shimmering, splendiddddd
Just doin' what I do best: sitting in a stall in the class building's bathroom, pondering life and exploring deep, dark corners of the internet before class.
ask me again when I'm sobewr aka tuesday
I wish you were awake and high the same times I was awake and high. And also in the same state. So we can fuck passionately.
I pulled you and a keg around in a wagon for like five hours and apparently everyone else remembers it but us.
Had an orgasm and got a charley horse at the same time. It was a multi-purpose scream.
The night they met I slept with both of them. Of course I'm best man.
Did I tell you about my dream that I got handed a $100 and my vagina dissolved it? I think it wants me to not be a whore anymore.
They think I fractured my spine while doing your cousin on concrete.
I am putting clothes on to go find a brownie
In my experiences, brownies are better naked.
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