I wanna blow your doors off so bad right now.
Doors?
Rock your world. Blow you out. Skeet skeet.
I wonder how skeet ulrich feels about the skeet skeet phrase and and what it denotes.
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
I'm okay.. I had a good heart to heart with the cab driver Raheem - it's going to be our year.
I told the bartender that he could give me back the tip I gave him if he outsmarted me in a battle of wits. He has yet to challenge me.
I officially became the girl who let a guy get her off under the covers last night while her roommate and a friend were there. He was impressed by my ability to stay quiet and stay relatively focused on the conversation...
I am so ashamed of you, and yet so proud.
I got us a lift home. Payment may require me giving road head, are you cool just chilling in the back seat pretending to be oblivious to this happening?
He walked door to door asking if anyone needed to get laid. Surprisingly, that ended his drought
You asked me to pick a color between pink and purple, and I said orange; you told me, "okay, that's a truth question". Then you asked if I had ever deep-throated a cupcake...I didn't even know what to say.
Come now. I'm bloody but I'll give you the best fuck of your life.
I've never heard "I will drown your mother in vanilla pudding" as an insult before, and then last night happened.
It was like a square peg in a round hole... I've never seen one shaped like a stick of butter...
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
I don't think it's food poisoning, I think it's cause you cooked it over burning styrofoam
I'm fucking blazing boy. 5hr weed sauce kicked in and my entire face feels like an 8ball of gold bond flying down a mountain of Fresh powder. Just gliding.
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