You are possibly the most enthusiastic, likable bad influence I've ever met.
so whenever I text yeah my phone automatically corrects it to yeahhhheeehhyeahyeahh .. too much party in the USA?
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
After all the hair products he's stolen from me, he better fucking be gay.
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
I'm not considering your visit a success until we've fucked every cock in the ethnic rainbow...between the four of us we should have it done by x-mas
No more Raisinettes before sex. That's what happened. I just put it together
Don't you dare blame me for walking in one walking in on ur fuck session....u decided to fuck where we hid our booze
He wants me to hook up with his fiance while he watches. Text you later with how it goes.
Come in your red robin gear. If you smell like French fries we can make love.
Finally another gay clarinet player. They're surprisingly rare.
I love how my phone automatically capitalizes Margarita. R-e-s-p-e-c-t.
Okay... I just said "preach it" to the pokemon theme song. I'm hammered.
She's hot and all. It's just I don't want to become Eskimo brothers with my sister
Wait, like drink with real Phil. Or Phil, the cat that sometimes lived in your closet in Myrtle Beach?
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