There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
I think I left a blow job at your house. Can I come down and get it?
I gave it to your brother to give to you.
I locked the porch door but I left a spare key on top of the keg on the side of the house
My hanfda are one with the u niverse and I am cirretnly inhaling a couch
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
These bubbles make my penis feel like it is resting on clouds.
I fucking love your mom. She's so drunk and fully functional. I aspire to be her one day.
My philosophy is thug life and that means never having to say your sorry for stealing drinks off tables
My boobs are numb because I've been using them as stress balls
She's lucky her pussy is worth listening to her ramble about bedroom furniture for 30 minutes
if you come you're not allowed to wear pants. if you arrive wearing pants you won't be wearing them long.
You give an incredible blow job. I wanted to make sure you know it was appreciated
I should stop using "Braveheart would do it" as a basis for decision making...
At least you got some excitement going on, you got weed and might die tonight, I'm just sitting here bored as fuck.
You took the receipt and ate it. You then took it out and gave it to the waitress with slobber and holes all over it.
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