Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
Woke up in a closet. I'm not drinking till summer.
Every time I hit my bowl my neighbors set off fireworks... I stop, they stop. I start again, they start again. Too high for this.
Dude I reek of $2.50 pitchers, $1 off/pack marlboro cigs, and fear.
Fear?
FEAR.
Consider it an appointment to improve my blow job capabilities.
I have cobwebs on my vagina for halloween. And bats fly out when I open my legs.
Brian got his first ever blow job last night. We should make him a scrapbook.
Hope I didn't wake u up but I woke up and there is a shirt, boxers, belt and jeans on my balcony, along with a naked guy who claimed to scale the building
I'm gonna eat you out with that hat on so it looks like beaker's doing it. And I'm gonna go "memememememe"
he was like "can i get a kiss" and i was like "can i get a taco"
I just fell off a roof. So I'm kinda chillin for a minute.
Thanks. It's every girl's dream, right? To blow a bald marketing consultant 12 years her senior?
Sooo, did you delete me cause I said I wouldn't babysit you while you did shrooms? You're a grown man.
THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER, CAITLIN. MY PARENTS ARE FUCKING. LOUDLY.
whatever. i just wanna get "forget my own name" wasted
no. you need to know your name so people know where to return you when you get lost.
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