Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
Just ran into that chick u called from my phone and left her a MSG bout how she has aids
Ahaha, good shit
Can you come over to my place and make up for the crap you called sex yesterday?
Good morning to you
The only reason I give him head is because I know i'll get a back rub.
wow.
But it's a REALLY good back rub.
You don't forget tits like those, even if you are vegas drunk.
All I've consumed over the last couple days is Vanilla Coke, semen, and Coors. I don't think today will be any different.
And before you get all mad cause I said "nipples," I actually discarded "you are so wet right now" and "you have such a raging clit-on right now."
That's called being sensitive.
My hanfda are one with the u niverse and I am cirretnly inhaling a couch
Need you on the dancefloor. Hungry and lonely.
Dropping acid was like seeing the whole world as a blank canvas to imagine anything I wanted.
And apparently all you wanted was to watch the sun explode and me take 60,000 dicks to the face.
I need to have sex. It's becoming like a matter of public safety.
How many Wendy's frosties do you think it would take to fill a bathtub?
I'm just going to assume my unresponsive booty calls are just preparing for the women's march tomorrow
I really just gave up on masterbating because I'm too tired. I really am getting old.
I'm eating Arby's in the bathtub because I'm an adult and I do what I want
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