This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
I know it's not your turn to do the dishes, but since they're covered in your puke, it is.
it's a gatorade, cheez its, and regret kind of morning....
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
My final act is to send you this message. I love you. Tell my family that I love them. Except my dad. Tell him I said "Eh..." while rocking your hand side to side. And tell Tim that I will always love the idea of him. Tell Caleb I love him so. Take care of Miss Kitty Fantastico. Tell the world that I will watch over. Good bye. I love you.
I remeber being on the roof last night and we put our heads togeather and we touched each others face and said "Hennessyyyy"
This is a whole new generation of premature ejaculators
everything in the house taste like gin even the water, friday nite was a success
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
Not as great as when your drunk mom grabbed my junk, but better than when your sober grandma sacktapped me and grabbed my butt.
I'm tired, but I'm gonna go with "I watched the debate last night and part of my soul died"
I already plan to donate my brain to science so they can attempt to fully understand the complexities of my existence
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
just went home with a guy that made fun of me in elementary school. this blow job is not going well for him.
right after that u started calling me g-force and started trying to bellyslide down his drive way
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