I meant the "stage" gay, Not the "bend me over and call me Gary" gay.
There is too much vodka and too much dick.
btw i have an angry voicemail of you yelling at me to get you a sandwich or die.
I'm hard boiling eggs, drinking rum, and talking to my 8 year old brother about the 10's times tables. This is what thursday is all about.
This dude was wearing a "Plan B- One Step" backpack. I wonder how many more I have to buy until I get mine??
Sooo just headbutted a stripper, meet you outside
He bought me dinner. He gave me his jacket when I was cold. And then ate me out in the passenger sear of the car.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck, flew up and landed on a fence post that went straight through my vagina. No more vodka and sex for a while.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
I'm going to make a stack of pancakes and fuck it. Right now.
Can I make sure all my sluttiness goes to you when I die? You're the only person I know who'll make use of it
I swear to god, I'm like....the Jedi master of dick.
Oh and it’s been a year according to my snap chat memories since I banged your cousin in your sons truck pulled over on Elm St! 😂😂😂😬😳😇
I’m the skeleton in his closet, but I only come out on Tuesday and Thursday afternoon and when his wife is out of town
How’s big weiner McGee?
I’m going to ask you one last time to call him Matt and he’s fine thank you very much
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