I can only speak casual parseltoungue, im not bad though. just the general, "wheres the bathroom?" "open the chamber of secrets" that type of stuff
brass monkey on radio. cant stop dancing.
i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
I understand why you refuse to be sober now
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
he puked in my glove box, looked up at me and said "There's not much to say"
Yeah well margarita Wednesday already came twice this week and it's just now Wednesday
I'm going to superglue stuart's hands into socker boppers
have i crossed some slutty boundary when gay guys are sending me cock pics?
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?!
Sounds like it could have been the night you pulled out your love stump at the strip club.
I overcharge people for their weed so you can have yours for free, because I care
And he's a cuddle champ. I know because I slept over because I don't know what boundaries are.
If you had amazing eyebrows i'd have sex with them.
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