I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I drove to Chevron at noon and the Hatian lady goes "Oh, nothing to drink yet white boy?"
Just had a stripper snatch my glasses off my face with her ass
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
So, your mugshot picture is behind the counter at B-Dubs, with the caption: "not allowed on premesis."
Pretty sure I was rubbing Halloween candy all over my face and saying "these are my bitches."
At one point I thought we were going to have to fuck our way out of their apartment
I JUST FOUND AN INTERNATIONAL POLE DANCING CHAMPIONSHIP IN SPANISH
The sad thing is; I'm getting used to walking around feeling like I could hurl at any minute.
Faces of meth called, they want their look back.
bro i dont care how hot she was, you try keeping it up with the amount of puppet he had in her room, it was like fucking in jeff dunham's house
The bond between me and cheese is something no man can understand.
And I might have stolen a bag of Doritos out of Matt's car and hid them in my bag and gave individual chips out to people dancing, trying to convince people they were mini tacos.. Like why Am I allowed to be an adult
I'm just trying to win a butt plug dude
Ya it was crazy the power went just as she was about orgasm and the vibrator got fried with the power surge
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