This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
there are two kinds of girls in this world: my mom, and sluts.
After we hooked up, he left the room and no one has seen him since last night. That kid redefined hit it and quit it.
I got cut off for calling the flower girl a slut. What are you doing?
Well if were past the bullshitting stage yes if not then no I'm not that kind of guy
... Already stepped in vomit and got a dirty look from a fat in a neck brace
It was everywhere. My dick was a sprinkler of lost future children.
It was awk he was sittin on a plastic backyard chair in his underwear and high white socks in the dark watching the nuggets game
I was stopped at a light on my way home and a priest threw holy water on my car. Seems fitting after last night.
I found you in the bathroom. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor wearing nothing but socks completely surrounded by broken crayons.
That's true because who the fuck doesn't love Harry Potter and beer
I woke up not knowing what state I was in. Turns out, people from Deleware are pretty helpful.
these past three weeks have been a real "fuck you" to my liver
Let's make this a nightly thing. You'll explain the Watergate scandal like you're telling me a bedtime story while I eat popcorn high as fuck
when I said eat the rich I didn't mean like that but here we are sucking that capitalist dick
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