Ps there is totally a drug addled prostitute in olympic pizza asking for change for a 100 bill
btw i have an angry voicemail of you yelling at me to get you a sandwich or die.
Well he's not exactly single.. It's like an open relationship his wife doesn't know about
the last thing i remember is ordering pitchers of white russians....
his profile picture is him throwing up "#1" hands after his lax championship next to his coach that i fucked....embarrasing for him, yet ironically beautiful for me.
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
Vaginas creep me out. I'm disgusted by the look of them. I wonder if this is what having an ugly baby is like: you have to take care of it and love it but it just hurts you on the inside to look at it.
Bring scissors.....i think im gonna have to be cut out of this damn jockstrap
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
Listen, if I miss the flight to Vegas because she's still rimming my ass, it will have been worth it.
I mean, you've had my nipples in your mouth now, so I think we've reached a certain level of friendship.
And thank god for autocorrect cuz I can't even think in English let alone spell in it right now.
I left my Bacardi and dignity in your freezer. Will come get it later.
I dont pretend to understand how the heterosexual mind works. Its a mysterious cavern of stupidity and disgusting sexual acts.
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
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