dude i'm inner monologue high
my fingers and penis are no longer on speaking terms. My penis is too jealous of where my fingers get to go.
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
I dont want to tell you. Lets just say that a lot of things are reminding me of your dick right now
I love how my cats smell like pot.
Preparing for thanksgiving at home now by chugging bourbon. Less than a month to train!
He picked me up from the airport wearing nothing but a trench coat and a bow on his dick
It's 4th of July all over again, we were chasing with the pool water.
No matter what I do you still love me. It's like loving a retarded kid. A retarded kid that keeps trying to sleep with you.
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Hickies on top of my hickies. I need a leash and/or a positive female role model
The token old dude at the show tried hitting on us by telling us his favorite rapper was Cayenne West.
I dunno, there's just something so\ncomforting about having his penis in my mouth.
Just please don't close your legs while I'm down there again. I don't want my death to be labeled as "Head crushed while giving an individual cunnilingus".
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