ok plan lets look hot and dance like whores.
I just googled how to quit your job and cause a big uproar at the same time....i tell you how tomorrow goes, i'm so excited....
I think its a sure sign I need to get laid when every cloud in the sky looks like a penis.
he just spelled fiance, "pheancie". I dont think he's ready to get married.
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
I have no idea what's going on.... I just want to wear my horse sweatshirt and drink vodka.
and I think you ate the old crusty spaghetti on the counter when we came home last night judging by the carnage
I dont even think your gonna like what I got you for christmas. If not we can take it back and get drugs.
he puked all over my guest bed and the said he felt good enough to clean it up. he poured bleach all over the bed and passed out in it. he had the chemiacal burn for a month...
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
They forgot my ranch. They're dead to me.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
She has no problem going ass to mouth, but won't eat the pizza crust. I don't get it.
He's a waste of a perfectly good penis.
I'm just bringing him "breakfast," and breakfast may lead to lunch and dinner, but that doesn't mean I want the mealplan.
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