weak ass sauce last night. waste of time. you suck. ps. your boobs are fake
My vag wants to play a game of hungry hungry hippos with your cock.
Changed my mind. Wearing a dress. Casual, with a side of breasts.
Why wouldn't u just let me ride the washing machine
and she was grinding on the wall, purring at guys she liked at the pregame...
I was talking to some girls while you were falling off your bar stool into the person next to you.
Unless you can cure my hangover with your penis I'm not interested.
I've watched enough of my roommate's imported Japanese satellite to know when the exchange students are calling me a whore.
You were a path of destruction, you started with eating half the cake, proceeded by throwing the rest in the sink and dumping water all over it while laughing... then throwing the drunk helmet across the room yelling that you didnt want to wear it... i'd say it was a successful birthday.
Apparently it's bring your ugly annoying ass piece of shit slob of a baby day at work
Why is there puke in my guitar?
Because you puked in your guitar.
All I'm sayin is that I don't want to raise anything. Or deal with anything. Or having anything come out of my vagina. I mean, I don't think that's asking too much.
Good news, finally found someone who remembers Saturday night. Bad news, everyone in the bar saw your penis
My hook-up from last week somehow found me at the club, saw the girl I was trying to fuck, kissed me right in front of her, and walked off.
Just letting you know that your little sister is now your eskimo brother. You can send a thank you edible arrangement to Tammy.
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