I can actually hear my brain cells scream as they die when she speaks.
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
all of his pictures were taken on a library computer, how did you even consider fucking him?
and you wish you could be eating a cookie right now. but all you get to eat is a penis
We're trying to decide between cracker barrel an the ER
He put up a Facebook album attempting to sell off their Harvard furniture. Items for sale include: his friend, a broken lamp, an item described as a 'carpet and/or sleeping bag', a pair of paint stained cargo pants, size 'Tyler', and a self proclaimed $3 bottle of wine, which he is offering for $2
I AM OBSESSED WITH PORCHES. YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH PORCHES. HOW IS THIS REAL?
It'd be easier to list the surfaces my ass hasn't been on.
theres too many punctuation errors in that text to turn me on.
You also proposed and then tried to jack me off
Remember Christopher who always sends me pictures of his penis? Look to your right, boy in the blue.
You were more fun when you didn't have morals.
I've lost every trace of self esteem. Even sneaking a BJ in the coffee room has lost it's luster.
I quit doing blow for him. If that doesn’t say “I’m in love with you and want to marry you” idk what does
Apparently my hair turned out really good because I got my butthole licked by a stranger last night
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