I think my favourite thing about cubicles is the fact that I can pick my nose at work
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
On the bright side, nobody died. Please bring me back my left shoe. I have work in an hour.
Because if the best sex I've ever had was with a gay guy, then God help me.
I don't want to have to force feed him my vagina!!
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
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Tell me about it. Running across highways take alot outta ya. When he found out, he was all "concerned" about it.
Its a sick, sad, world when parents get more ass then you.
We should just do therapy together, clearly we have all the same issues. It's why we are friends.
Now we're discussing the sex we had and the later lack thereof. It's like marriage counseling via snapchat.
You literally chaperoned my booty call.
Would it kill us to punctuate. That last text took me 5 min to read
Bro, that'd be the third dick I've taken down in the office.
How was it?
i think i smell bacon but im to sore to walk downstairs. that kinda night
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