toast her oven
toast her strudel
inspect her gadget
Laughlin, where retired strippers come to die.
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
best googles of the semester: toe fucking, purpose of two nostrils, human tail. with pictures
he keeps his weed in a birkenstock shoe box. its like, we get it, youre from oregon.
Just took my first sake bomb. I love japan
He lit his shirt on fire at the bar by putting a lit cigarette in the pocket to "save for later."
I know. I just don't want anything else. I have no other desire. Just a ham sandwich.
I honestly don't know what to make of that.
A ham sandwich would be nice.
nothing like morning wood sex at 4pm. funemployment ftw
If I'm going to start compromising my butthole it's going to be for much better drugs than a ventolin
Nothing shouts "I'm single" like a thousand needlepoint pillows.
And the next morning he asked me why I had clothes on so I said so that he could take them off again.
I remember us getting kicked out of the bar, but neither of us know why. We woke up next to chicken bones on a plate with spoons, and my car has mud all over it including places where feet shouldn't be, like the speakers on the car door.
We should just do therapy together, clearly we have all the same issues. It's why we are friends.
everything I love is going to destroy me, so if coconuts are the answer, so be it.
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