Booty call?
Dude you don't even follow my twitter
I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
You stole her cigarette screaming that you were going to stop the air cancer from getting everyone.
at least i was looking out for everybody
Good luck! Who knows he might be a stallion in the bedroom! or it could be like having sex with a crayon.
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
Just used your umbrella as a puke sheild. Thanks man.
She just drank the vanilla extract. Again. AGAIN. No one should be that eager to get drunk.
I do what I can to inject something into your life every day. Today, humor. Saturday. Penis.
best friends dont let best friends get an STD of the eyeball just saying
I'm so incredibly high right now the fact I am texting is nothing short of miraculous. Call the Pope. Hell make me Saint Roy, patron of stoners.
well he never texted me back and the pizza I took my rage out didn't deserve such malice
Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.
Yeah I passed out. The last thing I remember is the lady telling me I couldn't play the clarinet with my nose.
So then edible panties?
Jesus no he likes candy too much, I'd lose a lip
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