home. puking in laundry basket.
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I'm gonna laugh so hard when we're both married with families
That statement alone makes me laugh so hard.
I kept telling myself all night that it was completely okay for me to lose all sense of my morals because it was my birthday.
Theres been so much buildup for our genitals to meet, one or both of us is sure to be disappointed.
I asked you how much you drank and you replied with "I don't know what kind of toothpaste I use."
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
Hardest I think I've ever had to work for a shack. Whatevs. Still gonna get my way though. I'll start respecting myself on Monday
Do you still have "be bumpin" written on your ass in glitter pen? Who brings a glitter pen to a bar? Or pulls there ass out for that matter...
If God invented something better than rough, drunken, lesbian sex he kept that shit to himself.
Because that's what you do with poop. You expect the worst.
Sounds good. I'm hoping to have my life together by next week but you never know I guess.
You peed in my kitchen, while crying and insisting my floor was a toilet.
I think he fucked my hip out of place.
So if your sore it's because you tried to tackle a tree last night. When I told you at the party, you said "What do you expect, I'm an athlete!"
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