I'm sorry that you don't think that "Daddy Issues" are a real thing, but I can tell you that some assholes who never went to their daughter's dance recitals are responsible for getting me laid...continuously.
I'm starving. my midnight snack, aka a teaspoon of cum, isn't holding me over
Avril Lavigne as a judge on Idol wearing devil ears. it's like every boner you ever had in 2002 just came true.
Apparently I'm the guy that didn't get the memo that Afliction and wifebeaters were the proper attire for tonight... so I'll just sit here alone in my sweatervest and be judged.
Just remembered to take my BC at the liquor store. Just swallowed it with a free sample of Whiskey.
Almost thought it was a good idea to call his parents to thank them for having a son with an awesome dick. That high.
organizing the empties. That sober.
about to tell this girl that sh'es my teenage dream. you have 15.358s to stop me.
I have a date tonight... Like a real date... Not the kind where you just go over to his house and have sex and then never speak again.
I'm sick of being the only unemployed member of the group. Doing things alone isn't partying. Its sad.
You coulda licked the floor this morning and got drunk.
I started blowing him in North Dakota, and I finished the job in Minnesota. Oh, the places road head can take you.
I'm more of a "get high and take a bath" kinda guy.
i got to his house for our first date at the same time as his dealer, so what I'm saying is I'm in love
I kinda just want to steal him and keep him forever
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