someone get that fucking seahorse.
You tired to make Beefaroni in the Mr. Coffee machine.
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
just had to re-breakup with her. it was like shooting a dead horse that was crying and talking.
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
I invited you and you fucked me in the face with the penis of disappointment and shit.
sitting alone on a bench with a sombrero and a bottle of vodka. really angry i got here before you guys.
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
Sorry for all the texts. I got wasted and woke up at the foot of a staircase. From what I can gather, I fell down it.
You pretty much lost your mind. Your ego has gotten ten time the size of your balls.
Odd start to the day - the FBI just showed up at my apartment.
Yes be both agreed it was the worst sex in the history of fornication, so I asked him to sign the condom wrapper so I could frame it as a reminder to NEVER sleep with him again
When the nurses wouldn't let him smoke in the hospital he decided to just roll around on the floor.
help. his tongue is stuck. Its not what you think. Hurry.
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