margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
I passed out in the VIP room and she charged me for 17 songs until I woke up, theres a bouncer asking me for $700, fuck tequila
My dora the explorer band aid does not cover up the shame i feel right now
Apparently I gave him a 'Steve jobs blowjob'
I think I dropped my cock ring in your back yard
So that's all you want from me. Easy ass.
And an everlasting friendship
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
I just can't promise there won't be a reason to hit you in the face with a dildo again in the future.
I'm petty sure you said "hold on let me make my nipples hard, they look better"
That's why we don't trade sex for Taco Bell. It's called the dollar menu.
We need to make boob twerking a thing. I feel like that's why vine was invented
well one of us has to be wrong and it's not going to be me
My RA just sigh me high as fuck acting like a zombie and scratching at my door. Thoughts?
Now after not puking, next step is not to do the accent when immigration says "hello."
That's good to know, because I will be doing terrible things to you. Terrible things, John, wicked, evil, maniacal things shall happen to you and I will have the audacity to call it sex
STILL COMPLETELY OKAY WITH THIS
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