Memo to the bitch sitting across from me at Swamp: no one thinks you're classy with your Louis Vuitton and your Burberry scarf when you're dragging on that cig like it was the last cock on earth and you needed cum for sustenance.
Talking about the game in the closet with a banana wearing sunglasses.
But i guess when you use blowjob as a verb you are entitled to some language allowances
I started sorting laundry at 6 am. He finally got the hint and left
planned ethnic drinking holidays while bored at work thru next may. I don't suppose you have any scots or russian in you?
when he put a condom on for a handjob cuz he didn't want to "blow his load in the car" i started to question my choice in guys..
In a shocking revelation, I learned that the Easter Sunday shit show happened not because of vodka but because my gay neighbor drugged me.
Bring gay.
By that I meant the rum. I just realized that my request made no sense. You always bring gay.
I just don't do feelings in the summer months.
I just windexed my mirror headboard, Lets get to work.
in the future when you find clothing in your street, just assume it's mine.
In the middle of blowing him I looked at him and said "Your so old..." and then continued. I need to stop drinking.
You are one with the wind and sky, bro.
we had a full conversation and he only brought up drugs twice. overall I'd call it a success
You told me that you couldn't come over because you felt like you were gonna die and that houses eat you when you die, and my house couldn't eat you because your house would be jealous. That's when I knew to take the bowl away from you.
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