he pointed at my clit and asked with a confused face, 'whats this thingy??"
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
I would compare it to a jeffrey but in smoothie form. More drugs in here than Bobby Brown's sock drawer.
No, listening to the fray and drinking a bottle of jack daniels does not count as counseling
maybe these stereotypes wouldn't come up if you would stop taking body shots off another
I don't know who's more excited for you to come home. Me or my vagina
Shawn wouldn't stop singing about his cock on the ride home that night it freaked my girlfriend out how consistent he was
why is there blood on my car? and are we still friends?
I'm getting a car wash man. I am go get a car wash high.
HIS DICK ISNT BIG ENOUGH FOR HIM TO BE THAT PROUD OKAY
He must be a special kind of stupid to cheat on a women who works at a funeral home. Does he not understand you can get rid of dead bodies easier than most Americans?
At some point the phrase "I've hit rock bottom" stopped having a meaning and became my general state of life
Conversations really do change when your social worker had your dick in her mouth the other night.
And thank god for autocorrect cuz I can't even think in English let alone spell in it right now.
There. There is gum on my butt cheek IT IS NOT MINE
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