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i'm home, then i'll come over
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nvm.
like literally i think i'm sweating out semen right now
so was this before or after i puked down the ice luge?
So, right as I'm cumming, I pull out and go "PYEW PYEW" like Star Wars lasers. Best part is, I missed her completely.
My last google search was "mavis beacon techs tping" Thank god google auto corrects bc otherwise i wouldn't know that i drunk-type 13 words a minute.
You kept making up "snapple facts" every time you opened a beer.
a small fire erupted but we put it out with a can of beer so everything's fine
His idea of romance is drunkenly leaving me dead dandelions on my car in the middle of the night
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
He shoved his balls through an egg carton and showed us a picture. They were surprisingly egg-like.
He stopped replying so I told him I got tested and it came back positive for chlamydia to see if he replied. His phone magically works again!
Hold on I'm doing something revolutionary that blossomed from a high idea
If I get to the point of singing Man of Constant Sorrow then please god let me do it, record it, then cut me off.
Just to circumvent as much mood-killing as possible, you are allowed a small amount of laughter at my pubic hair. Too much and I revoke your vagina privileges until you can get your shit together.
She was eating leaves off of trees and saying it was salad, and even told a guy in passing that her favorite color was plaid.
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