I just saw how many times I called you last night. You're welcome.
I havnt had this much beer since i losodt my virginity. thank. god.
Your TV has the DVD menu for White Chicks permanently burned into the screen. I can't anymore. That's just a whole different level that I cannot comprehend.
Only your vagina holds the key to what happened last night.
Given my current decline of critical thinking and capacity for speech it's probably best u call the cops
I will be sticking my dick in something this weekend. You can either be that something or not. Your decision.
you two really need to work out your issues. my vagina can't handle another week of your pent up frustrations.
I may or may not have just hot boxed a backhoe on the construction site of a police station that's being rebuilt..
He referred to our sex as being similar to "Two cheetahs cage fighting" and I have to agree.
Oh goddamn. That a super downer Tuesday reality right there. Just hit me with the cold, hard, nasty facts.
I know you're having some issues right now but can we focus on the gangbang?
Idk if my headache is from the alcohol, the pot brownies, or being dragged down 8 flights of stairs by my ankles because i passed out in the 12th floor girls bathroom by you. Probably a combo of all three.
The only words I could make out were "Dicksmash McIroncock".
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
My Hitachi broke 1 day into this stay home bullshit.
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