...is it true? will i see you next weekend
YES.
ah, i can't wait till there's negative 2 inches between us
bobby jindal makes me wanna cover my ears. you make me wanna smile.
My face smells like last night's lay. I need a whore bath. Or a corndog.
All I seem to do lately is get myself off, take naked pictures and drink beer. I don't know if thats a good or bad thing.
So thanks to the xanax and vodka memory erasering combo i wake up only to reopen a picture of some very familiar balls
In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
Hospital. He tried giving some kid a stone cold stunner during a real fight.
I'm watching him slurp a whole mango out of her hand. It's disturbingly arousing.
i introduced myself to everyone by my new name, thundergooch. i threatened the neighbors with a hammer when they used my real name. needless to say, sailor jerry was not kind to me.
I have a diplomatic trade for you. My pants for your rum. Tomorrow?
I'm not entirely sure how getting 'house drunk' turned into us getting trashed, being serenaded by karaoke and going out. But it needs to happen again.
She looks well worn, presumably from a cavalcade of penis.
Im so glad I make morally wrong decisions. It's like the best worst thing I've ever done.
Also send boobie pics with bobs burgers in background its the only way to get me off anymore
I did wake up to a random meat and cheese plate next to my bed, that was a thrill.
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