I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
look what he's done to me, i actually want to be a stripper now.
He would stand there for a few seconds with a blank look on his face then randomly start running full sprint towards macdonalds. We'd catch him and he'd promise to stop so we'd let him go and he'd do it again.
I dont think yelling "Grab your dicks, time for pics!" helped your case either.
I called him daddy. To his face. Somewhat sober. What more could I do?
Its not that I don't mind giving her as much as my penis as she wants, its the post sex cigarette I have to supply. Shits $9 a pack.
Put a tip jar next to your bed from now on.
Your good ideas are reason #4 we need to live together.
IT'S SUMMA TIME
ITS SUMMA TIME NOT BE HIGH ALL THE TIME TIME
THEY'RE THE SAME THING
HE'S BRINGING FRIED MAC AND CHEESE BITES. I GET FRIED MAC AND CHEESE AND SEX PEOPLE. BEST WEDNESDAY EVER.
Trust no bitch in laser tag. Not a single one.
I told my manager I was trying to conserve my energy for date night/Sexual Olympics later. That's legit for another break, right?
so go get some goddamn bacon and lay in his bed naked. he'll love it.
Please don't finger me like a jackhammer. I'm a woman not a construction site.
so is it socially acceptable to send her an "i got my man back you whore" card?
Guy just walked in with a 40 and a Honda steering wheel. Where the fuck am I?
Based on the conversation I'm going to assume you didn't close the deal.
It started going awry when I fell through a roof.
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