i just wanna soil my oats bro
So I just used shazaam to figure out a pairs figure skating song. I don't think I could get any gayer.
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
We thought she was passed out on the toilet, but she raised her head to tell me the word I couldn't remember was "empathize." Then she puked blood and passed out.
I mean, I gave him a hand job on the Pearl Harbor tour bus; I don't know what the fuck else he wants out of this "relationship"
It's okay. My lingerie drawer is skanky enough for the two of us. Even across borders.
Because the guy guy doing the drawing either wanted to bone, or wanted us to stop entering the contest. Either way, we got concert tickets so I'm cool with both scenarios.
So many weird people in this class. I can practically taste their unwanted virginities. They taste bad.
I m a li title tea p or short and sto u. T.... Here is my haaandley
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You're right, I'd say my real all time low was when I let that fifteen-year-old feel my boob.
There is a fake eye lash glued to one of my balls.
Earlier today I was eating cookie dough from a tube, now I'm laying naked next to a hot guy watching Pawn Stars in between orgasms. You really can have it all.
I just realized I have a habit of pre gaming for therapy visits. Problem?
We'll discuss it when you get here
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
Santi's no longer allowed to buy booze in my lane. Last thing I need is a midlife crisis looking at his Id again.
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