Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
how the hell did u puke all over the magazines... do u still want me to keep them
So can you tell me who's underwear is on the cat?
just once i'd like the "right thing" and the "topless thing" to be the SAME THING
She insisted on fucking on the futon mattress on the floor, answered the phone call from her boyfriend who was on his way to pick her up, and then had the audacity to ask if I was clean
hes like the used car salesman of hook ups and closed the deal w my taking him home with me,as is,today
if any part of your body has ever entered my vagina you are fucking obligated to speak to me if i so desire
Are you two whores ready for me to turn the light on so you can see what you came home with last night?
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
Are you coming to the bday night? i'll be doing a life-like reenactment of traveling through Bonnie's vaginal canal and taking my first breath of life. Don't think you'll want to miss it.
I can bring a slip n slide and curtains.
Actually let's just focus our energy on not getting committed to a psych ward.
Look, I'm just saying, she looks like a troll and works indefinitely at a shitty Chinese restaurant, so me sleeping with her boyfriend is the least of her troubles...
hey dude my crackhead idol just taught me a great way to tie shoes
please tell me he didn't just scream 'i am the yiff lord' at the cops
Fuck I think I want to but I don't think I should. Caught between should and wanting.
just follow your vagina
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