i kinda do this "flirt with girls and pretend to be a hot white guy named chris" thing
Let's turn this shoulder dislocation into a positive. Come to the hospital, bring some beers, let's party.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
By the taste of his semen he isnt vegetarian and therefore lied to me to take me home on a brighter note i stole his fondue set
After i finished him. He goes "youre a champion"... Then whispers "forever"
Almost to work. And still feel hungover. Like my body is trying to regenerate after dying. Full on zombie shit. But like, one of those zombies from warm bodies that comes back to life slowly.
Can I borrow you for, like, thirty minutes so you can lay on one boob and rub the other until I fall asleep?
Also CANADIAN LIPS TASTE OF MAPLE SYRUP AND APOLOGIES. SORRY.
He's wearing my bra and eating a breadstick while jumping on our bed.....
WE'RE NOT MAKING A DICK PIZZA OKAY
I need to sleep so I can die properly tomorrow.
Can I just go naked and covered in glitter?
But unlike the human Walter the plant Walter will someday grow to satisfy my needs
Text me some of your sweat
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