And I was slip and sliding my life away on a giant tarp with tons of soap and bitches. Priorities man, priorities.
bad sex. bad bad bad. it was like trying to pick up an overcooked noodle with an empty pringles can. why do these guys always seem to find me?
I smell like gasoline and adventure.
Who would win... a chainsaw pooping pterodactyl or a bear with machine guns for feet. big debate about this right now
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My professor just used the phrase "balls deep in your mind". My day is officially made.