What are you talking about? And how drunk are you?
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remind me not buy ky at kmart ever again. Had to get a manager to open the locked case. then he stood there and watched me look through the selection
I hate that ur telling me this.
i was concerned by what you said you would do for a snickers. It wasn't even a Klondike bar.
Breaking hearts and overdosing on semen. That's my life.
IT'S A HOLY FESTIVAL. A BUDDHIST CELEBRATION OF PENIS.
And if I hated you I'd probably say things like, "I never want to speak to you again," or, "Eat a bag of dicks." That's how you'd know.
Remember when I asked you to make sure I didn't go home with anything less than a 6 last night? You're fired
I just got three pairs of underwear free and a bathing suit for $20 by modeling them and letting the salesman grope me a bit.
It's great being a young gay man in Chicago!
Somehow she is more off limits now than when she was his girlfriend
I think as a general rule I have to have blacked out somewhere at least twice to be comfortable.
You're like the fucking Mozart of sexting.
I feel like my life just hangs in the balance of "Yeah I'm probably not doing this right"
Sorry my phone died. Obviously four o'clock in the morning is a good time to tell you this.
also, when i showed up he started talking to me and eventually asked me if the girls treated me well. i went on to talk about my sex life. he was talking about his secretaries.
What happened to your back?
Rug burn. My ass is even worse.
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