I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
ppl dont tell me stories about anal. apparently im not a tell-me-stories-about-anal kind of person
bras are like tupperware for tits, keeps em fresh.
I look like a poor person in the cast of Gay Oliver.
we went through the mcdonalds drive through and you asked for a free sample of their fries to see how you liked them.
we literally spent four hours convincing you that all 5 of your toes were there. no more everclear on a tuesday.
It was all going great until he pulled the hamburger meat out of his pocket
he just texted me saying he needs a place to stay for the night. pretty sure i just got booty called to my own house...
All I remember is waking up with 3 penises pointed at my face. I also remember enjoying that a lot. And then I threw up in their shower.
I just don't know the best way to tell him I think I saw him in a porn. I mean I got off to it, isn't there some level of awkwardness there?
I confess. I just downed the bottle of saki. And I'm singing phantom of the opera to the dogs. Be glad you're not here for the high notes.
Well I'm in the bathtub smoking a bowl and eating doritos and frosting so I might not be the one to advise you on this shit but I'll try.
Best feedback on my performance so far: "There are things that can't be unseen."
she is like a cock bee. instead of going from flower to flower she goes from cock to cock
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
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