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 woke up with toilet paper straight tucked up in my underwear wearing a pizza sauce mustach. I dont think i got laid last night.
where's my purse there's an important taco in it
i was playing the convince him im sober game through texting. i spelled most of the words right. i hope.
He explained how that handle got into our fridge. I think i'm going to stick with my original assumption that the vodka gods want me to drink more vodka.
He's high as balls tripping balls and doing a reenactment of the scene where Buzz jumps off the balcony and can't fly to his soundtrack of Toy Story.
If he comes over tomorrow, im answering the door naked. Simple as that.
A lot of things don't look good... It doesn't look good for a lifeguard to be smoking a cig and drinking from a conspicuous cup... But hey I'm doin it
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
Hey, you can't rush the perfect creeper shot. I need buffer time to hone my skills.
It's like God tapped him on the shoulder and said "You are now capable of giving world shattering, tear jerking head."
My left boob kept making random appearances last night.
I'm just now starting to feel better... I remembered sleeping on the floor. I was peeing and saw his rug and it looked so comfy
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
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