I couldn't help thinking that my sock monkey was judging me
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That's what happens when you beat off in a sock with a dace.
Sock monkey wasnt judging. He was jealous
"don't judge me monkey" \n\n"I'm too baked to drive to the devil's house. Drive monkey, drive!!"
He was. Kill him.
Grandma's boy FTW!(:
nice aswerdf!! grandmas boy!!!