All drunkenness aside, confirm u are alive
so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
I just googled "whats above a trillion", thats how busy I am at work.
puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
Going to eat lunch. Bunch of people in church clothes, and we are hungover, wearing pajamas, and in real danger of puking on the floor. We're about to destroy the ambience of this joint.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Nothing is more important than the last pool party of the season. Call in sick or gay or something.
I don't want anything to do with the Darth Vader stripper babe. I'm just trying to make dreams come true.
BTW send me your address and size of condoms you wish your lover was-- "if you build it, they will come"
HELP A SISTER OUT. AND KEEP YOUR TONGUE OUT OF THE HUMMUS.
TOO HIGH TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT
You cant come. You're a Colorado native who drinks Bud over Coors. Fucking homegrown terrorist.
Is eating fries while lying on the floor bad for you?
If I choke and die at least I will have been doing something I love
Hey start looking around for a low rider Subaru. Well get a loan. It will be capital for our first music video.
He is such a generous lover, I can look past the fact his name is fucking Bob.
He passed out while I was riding him but stayed hard long enough for me to orgasm. He definitely earned the blow job I’m going to wake him up with in the morning!
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