No, that was before the police came, but after the hooker.
Problem: At home sick with a stomach virus. Solution: smoke weed all day...
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
I am VERY upset that you called my fiesta a waste of time.
With me living this close to Mexico now, Tequila is just a geographical choice at this point if nothing else.
I think I'm still drunk and I think you were in my dream (sadly, it was not a sexual bill murray one).
The only image of you you know is from reflections or pictures. Its 2d. But what other people see is 3d. How do you know that's your real face! MIND.BLOWN.
Also, since I switched back to this phone I've found a crop of dick pics and your funeral arrangements.
The only thing I know is that these arent my shoes and Aaron is missing and he has my house keys.
I sense naked hashbrown eating in my near future.
He got in a fight. Then called me drunk to see if he should bail his friends out, or walk through a Taco Bell drive-thru. True love.
Wine and a Lunchable. That would be depressing if it wasn't the pepperoni and mozzarella one. Those are the shit!
I think I pulled a boob muscle during phone sex
Oh BTW the next time I see you I don't care where we are your dick will be going into some part of my body.
he's such a nice guy...he deserves a bigger dick.
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