you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
I had the most spectatular hardon this morning. I think it was trying to reach you in Wisconsin.
In a bar in glasgow talking to a 12 year old about life. Welcome to Kentucky.
When I told my mom I was having a rough time, she responded with "pop a xanax, take a nap, and when you wake up all will be right with the world." My mom is finally starting to shape up.
yeah, but i heard shes schizophrenic
i wouldn't even care dude, i'd fuck her and all 7 of her personalities.
Dude... Hand job in the lake... It was as weird as it sounds.
He's having a heart to heart coversation with the keg about what he should do with his life.
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
Oh, I never thought you were a dick. You were one of the best morally comprised ideas I've ever had.
Nothing says "I support my fellow man" like taking your friends recently divorced dad to a strip club and bar hopping with us to get him laid by an upgrade.
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
there are not enough nopes in the world for that situation.
Morning! Im using your rent money to snort percocet.
We have a shopping cart in our front lawn. Also Mickey D's breakfast?
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