I just did your MASH and your life is pretty unfortunate. Youre marrying the tech guy for love. you live in a shack and you're a hooker and you make $1 a day. you drive a brown limo and you have 7 kids
I've blown a few things in my day
You got off, kissed my dick and whispered "stay hard" to it, puked and then got right back on top of me like nothing happened...
God gave him joint rollers for hands
Until you wake up with a Hustler club stripper in the next room whose nipple you were coerced to lick at Snake & Jake's after breaking up a fight between an Indian and a Filipino, I don't wanna hear about your weird.
He's acting like I should like him more than vodka and Taco Bell, but I just don't ser that happening.
I'm watching a man in drag spread food products on his face my life is spiraling out of control.
Do you think blood ever gets sick of carrying all these drugs around?
Like, there are so many different things we make it do, and it just wants to settle down and be a one-drug fluid?
Stop reading WebMD high.
I guess that's what I get for clicking on a link that says clown penis.
Is it too early in the day to ask a nipple-related question?
Well, if it makes you feel any better I'll be drinking tequila and doing lines on Halloween. Just like old days.
I'm gonna die. First I'm gonna throw up. But then I'm gonna die.
P.s. I loved that your balls smelled like coconut
It shouldn't be this hard to find someone who you haven't blown.
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
Randomize
