piano lessons. No girlfriend. What's up.
I got chris browned last night
And, I saw Emily's panties. How? She doesn't sit like a lady.
She looks makes a Zellweger face when she cums, she's keeps asking why I call her renee
Im making gravy in a lace bra and jeans. Just call me the southwern wet dream
how is telling me how long you drunkenly fucked someone supposed to make me miss you?
I am compiling a playlist that reminds me of all my best sexual encounters. It shall be called THE MUSIC OF MY VAGINA'S PEOPLE
I say that because you at one point were like a mama spider covered with baby spiders only you were a man covered with strippers.
He's so in love with you that you could fuck a blood relative and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy"
If I don't singlehandedly make your gf realize she needs to straighten the fuck up or ruin your relationship before I leave I have failed you as a friend.
I think our maternal nature is best focused on grown ass men and cats.
Look, I've got a really big car. We just need to put ourselves in it and put some body parts in other body parts.
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
You threw him in the dryer?
He went in of his own accord. Mumbled something about experiencing the blossoming of popcorn.
I want to strut with the confidence of a pigeon.
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