my ass just sighed. even my farts are tired.
you had a panic attack, pissed yourself, and started crying. you never go above the kiddie level of my lil bros schools haunted house ever again.
round 2?
EVER.
You suck. You're fired. I need to find a less reasonable voice-of-reason.
How many bratwuest were you able to fit in your mouth at one time? It's me, Hans.
Ok just don't go to jail. I saw your account balance. It can't take that.
How do you feel? I threw up in a towel. Also, a lot of other things.
All I want is a guy who will love me and occasionally shave my balls.
I think I reached some stage of aging, have a sore/injured shoulder from sex, next up carpal tunnel from sexting.
You're lucky you got out when you did, about an hour later the girl in the Franzia box started wrestling everyone.
She could makes a perfectt roast dinner drunk but she nearly sets the kitchen alight microwaving popcorn.
And thanks to you I'm pretty sure I'm banned from every qdoba in south carolina. And cab company
Somehow I became in charge of getting my mother laid? This can't be my life? Lol
I still can't believe I was army crawling thru his backyard at 2am..
Definitely ended up doing Coke with Chewbacca in the porta potty behind the haunted house.
ya figured it'd be nice to explore the mythical world of sober sex i've heard so much about
i've often wondered how it works
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