with her its the mind over matter factor, i dont mind and she dont matter
if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
I hope God doesn't listen to everybody on a Saturday night.
and hes going back to rehab like me, so we have common interests
You SHOULD feel empty, we were at the top of our game, and by that i mean snorting things we don't understand and only a few steps away from adultery.
I'm also 95% sure I had a conversation with someone on how hard it would be to jerk off with out opposable thumbs
Honestly... isn't she a psych major? how does she go through life NOT realizing that everything she does is a cry for help?
Not sure if it's my shorts, hat, shoes, hair or soul but one of the above just got me drunk again from the glorious aroma of Keystone Light.
Just puke n rally. People can't judge, it's syllabus week.
Nothings harder than putting on a frozen condom.. or should I say softer
No. No. No. No one's allowed to fuck in the yurt.
No apologies necessary. Just give me sex and Pop Tarts, and we'll call it even.
I'm just saying, I walked in on you blowing a burrito. I now understand how obsessed you are with Taco Bell. And how long it's been since you've got some.
We're going to get naked and build a fort instead. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
You were pretty conviced that my dog was a spanish child and kept trying to read him the news from your iphone app
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