I cheated on you last night. I slept with my laptop.
I was at circle k buying gas and this girl in a papa johns uniform comes up and is like " I've got a bunch of extra pizzas. Large peperoni for $5." then she went to her trunk and pulled one out. It felt like a drug deal for a fat person
So I'm pretty sure when I was giving a Birthday Blow J, he went to grab my boob, but grabbed a fat roll and asked "You're not wearing a bra?"
there's no toilet paper. I'm using wheat bread.
Pregnancy scare over. Let the cockfest begin.
The question is do I invite my fuck buddy to my graduation party now that my girfriend found out about her?
TAKE ALL THE MAERHMALLOWS AND PUT THEM ALL IN THE MAGICAL NIGHTSTAND
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
Remember when I got my car stuck in my backyard?
How could I forget your birthday? I have an alarm in my phone to ask you for sex that day.
White people are beatboxing! Save me.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
HE HAS CHALLENGED MY BADNESS. I MUST CONQUER ALL THAT QUESTIONS MY POWER. BRING FORTH THE TIT PICS.
Yeah plus that night got so disgusting it's basically a repressed memory anyway
BOOM BITCH SERVES YOU RIGHT I HOPE YOU SHIT YOURSELF PETER PAN
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