Your mouth is God's brothel.
I would do horrible things to your vagina.
Prove it.
You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
I won't be sarcastic... just naked
thought i was the most hungover person in class until i saw a kid puke into his bookbag...he wins
He's hungover and at the neighbour's garage sale negotiating a price for a tuba.
No she stopped screaming. Now she's eating popcorn. Off a plate. With a spoon.
PS August 29 of last year was when you ran over my foot. Facebook just reminded me.
My hanfda are one with the u niverse and I am cirretnly inhaling a couch
I think i just threw up blood. i can't chill right now;
This is Jewish guilt versus Irish Catholic guilt. We should tread carefully, or we could fuck up the space-time continuum or something.
I'm okay with that.
Every time I start to think he's just not worth the trouble, he puts his face down there and I wanna buy him a car
Yes dating, but it seems easier to just live in a perpetual state of Netflix, internet porn, and cheese.
One of my pillows is missing but it's cool because there is a beef stick.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
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