hey its robert, we just made out in the backyeard. i'm inside now and you should come to the bathroom and meet me.
"reccomended dose" hasn't been in my vocabulary for quite some time.
I don't hate you. My dick is upset with you, but I don't hate you.
There are huge fuckin pieces of palm tree in the road. what a road hazard. as i sit here and text you as i swerve to miss them
just to let you know, its not cheating if i cant feel my hands.
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
Then you started screaming that this was the first time you did e and that you had a 4.8 gpa, that was right before you almost suffocated between that one girl's tits.
Just showered now I smell like berries instead of shame
Are you stuck outside of your house because you forgot to walk up stairs? Cuz I've been there.
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
There are five fire trucks here and needless to say my booty call left so come back home whenever you like
my balls were so many shades of blue last night I could have used them as paint and replicated the entirety of Picaso's blue period. The girl was an art major I feel like this metaphor is appropriate.
You thanked me for a delicious cock and tacos...
Driving, getting head and talking to your boss on the phone is not a good combination. I nearly died
Rebounding with her sister was the best idea i ever had.
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