so its thursday, which means its time to resume communication with you
It was like some kind of slut recycling operation. She gave me the shirt of the last guy she slept with in exchabge for mine so I didn't have to wear the same thing to work. She's been doing it for years
Apparantly 7 1/2 Vicodin is a 1/2 too many.
well I already know I'm going to hell, at this point it's really go big or go home
I'll be so proud. Like a proud mama bear freeing my slut cub into the wild.
I think, at this point, getting pissed and declaring my love via reality TV would be an improvement
after the fucking you spent twenty minutes vomiting naked and shaking your dick at my roommates. luckily, i don't remember that, or i'd have to be really insulted.
Can I borrow you for, like, thirty minutes so you can lay on one boob and rub the other until I fall asleep?
I wanna fuck that hideous moustache right off your face. get the confetti ready for the festivities
Apparently there's nothing on sonza for "giving a handjob while sunbathing"
I swear she is the Mary Poppins of drugs
After a crazy night, morning sex is just trying to find a position where you can thrust without getting seasick.
So anyway, I'm just floating along life with my vibrator and low expectations.
Haha just talked to the dude you bit on Thursday. He has been growing a beard to hide the bruising....
If i'm not ready, make sure i'm alive. Not passed out dead in the shower.
I'll still do breakfast to celebrate the life you've had.
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