Sry I called you an 8
It was like a mary poppins bag, except a sexual mary poppins bag.
what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
how do we leave politely?
Tell them I'm going into labor. I will spill a beer and tell them m water broke.
it's just like freshman year of high school, with more drugs
she said she was gay. i said prove it. she said "ok i wont fuck you"
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
It was awkward at first he now knows I fucked his little brother, they were both there. then the tequila kicked in and everything was fine.
Touche. Dude, I fastened garters. Drunk. I deserve a medal from a drag queen.
The random guy I fucked from craigslist said I had the best smile. I take compliments where i can get them
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
I feel like he's mythological. Like you just had lunch with the Loch Ness Monster of hotness
Well start with a list of things you don't want to do... Like maybe 1) I don't want join Isis. That's a good start.
leads to pukin, then cryin, then 24hr masturbatin binge, then cryin again and finally a combination of all 3
He lit my hand on fire and bought me chicken nuggets. I'm in love.
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