To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Her vagina should come with caution tape.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
I'm watching this guy on intervention hospitalized for liver damage. He's drinking the hand sanitizer in the hospital room. Say hello to your future.
Come scavenge bits of tuna out of my chest hair
Well if my looks don't work with her I'll eat the 50 nuggets to impress her fat roommate.
There's a warrant out for his arrest for throwing a mannequin through a bus stop.
Every fourth of July I get sentimental when I think back to the one where we drove around baked off our asses crashing multiple cookouts listening to Team America's "America, Fuck Yea" on repeat. I miss us.
Weekday college schedule so far: get high as tits. Watch Family Guy marathons. Repeat.
It was like stroking your vagina with a cloud.
I bought a sword. Make the proper arrangements.
I think we got naked. I can't remember but if you have "friends" written on your ass, then we did. Because I have "best" on mine.
I may or may not have just let Ash Ketchum capture my wild Pikachu in a parking lot.
Jesus I should have learned from my first marriage not to get married again
I just fell down my stairs, guess that's how my sunday is gonna go
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