just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
there's paper in my vomit.
So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
If I die and they 'assume' it's natural causes, just go with it.
Also, I'd like to add that that I'm not quitting my job, my boss fed me shots at 11 am this morning.
Now you know for the next time you go in the basement to wear a helmet
I was stumbling so much, men walking behind us were shouting "don't hit the pole! don't hit the pole!" whenever I was near a telephone pole.
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
that's just what you get for learning massage techniques from gay porn
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
Tell me why I woke up outside of our hotel room Wearing a cowboy hat and boots in Las Vegas.
the texts you sent will act as the rosetta stone for all drunk people
Apparently stoned me thought eating chips in the shower was a good idea.
had more orgasms than hours of sleep last night
And then there was cum in my hair and he was making beans.
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