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Our house smells like week old pizza, beer cans, cigarettes, and depressing career tracks....get lysol.
xbox live and facebook are tricking me into believing I actually have an active social life
You told him that your vagina was the "King Crab" of all vagina's.
Divorce is final. Doing tequila shots at 1 in the afternoon.
my mouth is as dry as a post-menopausal camel on antidepressant's vagina.
Sometimes I wonder if my parents know that I mean horny when I say lonely.
That's the only definition of lonely that I know.
Huh. I think I went to highschool with the hooker my neighbor just brought home.
Who knew drunk me could climb a 17 story building for apple juice and sex
I mean, that's eating your cake and fucking it too.
Your dog took my vibrator out to the yard
I just got a lecture from your coked out sister about the monetary value of Dothraki hair braids. Take her home.
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
Did we actually play with swords last night or did I dream that?
Like he was cock blocking and it usually takes ten cocks to block this cock
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