He just left - my room smells like that cheese they put on nachos and cigarettes and beef
Yo quero taco bell
also, i may or may not be wearing a cape right now. hint: i am.
As long as they suck a good dick I don't care what fruit they have and where they have it
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
It's like my work doesn't even care about margarita mondays.
i have one question about last night
if this is about your fridge being filled with hotdogs, sour cream, and PB&J open-faced sandwiches, i can explain
he just kept saying "come on iron man, you can do this!" to himself the whole time..
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
It's gotten to the point that the dirty talk in my head when I touch myself has your accent
Dude, seduce him with cookies. You almost turned me gay with scones. Don't be surprised when they get you laid.
Nothing says I'll be 22 tomorrow like washing the vomit out of your hair at 4pm
You came running into my room at 4 in the morning yelling "SANCTUARY!" and flung yourself into bed.
Hmmm, sounds like a Jaeger night then. Did I at least get to be the little spoon?
If you get that boat I will recruit some boat hoes for you and tape a video and sync it to I'm On A Boat. This is happening.
If I died tonight, I'd be content knowing you were the last person to see my boobs.
Drugs and unwanted pregnancies are the only things that I'm good at. College comes in at a close third.
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