So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
He tried to blame not having a condom on the economy.
I found a picture of my kindergarten class. Now you can see whose peer pressure I succumbed to.
Idk, it's Grover wearing a sombrero. Do I need a reason?
I fucked your brother... Hey, at least we know he is not gay... You're welcome.
I was riding her and she yelled "fuck me" then someone in the room next door yelled "you don't have to say it if youre doing it."
The squirrels are partying on my roof again. Now they're just rubbing it in that I'm home alone on a Saturday night and they're having orgies.
Being able to fart in her presence and not be judged is why I pay half the rent.
I mentioned the porn thing he mentioned a brother it all kinda just came together
I know it's wrong but I'm human. Now get over here, tie me up, feed me pizza and Fuck the crazy out of me. Please.
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
He referred to our sex as "an Olympic event." My tits are bruised.
She ripped her shorts off and yelled "VAGINA TIME!"
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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