Ok let's jusst not talk today bc then we'll just do dangerous things but I'll say hello
my room smells like sperm. sweet.
if you don't go to jail tommorow I'll buy you a 40. Motivation.
Anything that's based on a blow job I'm in favor of.
Nothing kills the mood more than a jesus song.
If you weren't supposed to have sex with your ex then they wouldn't rhyme.
You kept apologizing for not offering me some of your Whisky, which you referred to as "Jesus Nectar".
Let's just say he sent me a picture of his dick and I was more impressed with the collection of video games he had in the background...
Going to the beach. Greeting Sandy with a blunt. Wish us luck!
I like how zombie Abe Lincoln and hooking up with a girl were on your same thought process.
I've had more jaegerbombs than I can count on 3 fingers
You now have the mental image of me flying off into the sunset with no pants
Funny you say that, I just sold my stripper pole to my mom tonight...
Tonight is an "I'm lonely and single so I'm going to curl up in a warm, melatonin and vodka enriched ball in the corner of my bed with a cat." kind of night.
I tried to fuck you in my bathroom while my parents were in the next room. I am a clusterfuck of fun.
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