If my nicknames are based on what I throw up, you can call me Jimmy Johns
Poopin on the sidewaaalllkkk. I wish my text told you that was a song
The lack of respect you have for your penis baffles me. I'd rather rub my ball sack on public toilet seats than stick my dick in some of those girls.
A simple 'no' would have sufficed
To put it in a frame of reference with which you're familiar, it was like making out with a golden retriever.
i wish i coudl send you meat via computure
You did a line of free coke with an obese Slovenian unlicensed cab driver in the toilets of the most questionable strip club in the country. New low man.
When you put it like that, I'm inclined to agree.
I bought a sword. Make the proper arrangements.
whiskey
stop
tequila
you're fuckin up my ability to be a agrown up
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
Don't ever feel guilty about what you put in your mouth best advice my gma ever gave me lmao
well one of us has to be wrong and it's not going to be me
I'm playing a lilo and stitch drinking game
Aloha alcoholism.
Did he hurt you? I have a crowbar I can beat his sorry ass with
I never imagine I'd say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
She bruised my penis again. But, trooper I am we kept on going.
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