I just put out an orange level terrorist threat on her punani
That should be a holiday. like easter. but bulges instead of baskets
Did we both pass out talking about cake last night?
I found them in the kitchen microwaving bottle rockets chanting U.S.A U.S.A U.S.A
I am currently google image searching dick piercings, trying to see what I'm getting myself into.
She made me role-play everything from an older prof to a in-patient in need of a medical exam. Yay for cocaine.
I just had to ask my dad for money to pay for my birth control. I've hit financial rock bottom.
The mass text at 3:12AM offering "free scrotum tastings" will have repercussions
All that matters is I got the megaphone home safely
I lied. Can't workout today. Only exercises I'm currently capable of doing are breathing ones to keep last night's drinks ending up all over the classroom.
I can't help the fact that i'm turned on by white boys that look like Jesus
Only you would have a vasectomy while you're awake and report on the soundtrack first
I am a delicate flower. A fucked up, drunk, horny, pants pissing, delicate little flower.
then you dropped a clam in a draught beer like it was a drop shot and and started chugging as beer spewed all over your body.
I guess what I'm trying to get to is that my dog sneezed on my dick earlier and its really taken the joy out of my evening.
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