...So a 6 ft tall drag queen in heels I would kill for just told me I have a dunkable ass. I'm confused...but I'll take any compliment I can.
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
Hey I never found my wallet but i did find a bag of 14 soft taco supremes
I have your wallet. Trade you for the tacos.
noo you weren't that drunk. you just knocked the grill over and couldn't get the key in the door, so you climbed through the window. success.
I'm not an expert but calling her the "hot lesbian" isn't going to coerce her into a 3some with you
You said you'd make me a thank you card for taking care of your drunk ass. I'll be expecting that monday.
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That's the bat signal to come over and fuck me.
I sent dad a photo of my graduation certificate from drug therapy class. It was his birthday so it seemed appropriate.
I'm surprised I don't have a permanent face imprint between my boobs.
i'll talk to you in three hours when you've stopped foaming at the mouth and your eyes have rolled back into place
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
...and now I welcome the sweet embrace of death.
I was very impressed with his ability to carry on a conversation with his friends sitting in the front seat with his hand in my pants, getting a hand job, stoned, with a cigarette in his mouth. I think he's a keeper.
i black out too much to be "responsible"
Hey how're your balls?
Don't ever let me helicopter again.
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