i blew a .213 what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy
god I hate her. why can't she just fuck and leave like a normal slut.
they started playing Don't Stop Believin' and you had a melt down because it wasnt the Glee version
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
you walked into the kitchen holding the skyy bottle and asked us "how do i warm this?"
My cousin's dog just exhaled smoke. My job here is done.
His dad asked what he was doing so he texted his FATHER a picture of me wearing his shirt in his bed.
If I'm going to start compromising my butthole it's going to be for much better drugs than a ventolin
I was expecting it to be of the "I am your vagina's reckoning" caliber.
time out. can we just pause the wholesome understanding friendship thing and be fuck buddies for a night?
we need a secret handshake
Agree to hang out with him and then take a gigantic shit right on him. Or if youve forgiven him for being a fucker maybe make out with him.
Please don't buy a buttplug. It won't fill the empty space in your heart.
Somewhere on my work laptop I have a map visualizing all the area codes that Ludacris has ho's
I hope that wasn't done on billed time
I can guarantee that it was
she's always on high-alert for lesbians
And a hot pocket after we fucked. Heaven.
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