the smoke from my cigarette strangely resembles what patrick swayzes ghost will look like.
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
So I'll spare the details, but I think I discovered I'm lactose intolerant. In my sleep. And you'll be needing new sheets.
So, apparently, "i expected your penis to be bigger" isn't good pillow talk.
I now realize that they made gum to take the taste of dick out of your mouth.
Because if the best sex I've ever had was with a gay guy, then God help me.
I would call you but I don't feel like these hands belong to me.
I have got to stop singing on voicemails. I just left my dad a 6 minute musical message.
I just laughed at the word pudding. I have no idea whats going on right now.
I think we did. All i know my pants smell like pong water due to the bathroom extravagansa. God I feel like a whore.
On another note; I'm three days away from being 1/12th of my way from not having sex for a year. I need to get laid.
Did that sound smart? Cuz beneath the boozy exterior beats the heart of a fucking scientist.
I might be a bit late, couldn't find my pants and had to go to the police station. Unrelated
She started crying because the Rugrats grew up
oh what is to come when my single life starts with a threesome?
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