garbage
garbage dick
rubbish cock
you win
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Nope it's him. He's whispering to himself and buying asparagus.
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
FYI If I die in my sleep it is because I drank a bottle of coke from 1986. I needed a mixer
I just bid on a $9000 car because I think its my ex-girlfriends. Yes I wanna hit that again.
So I ripped my crotchless fishnet body suit when my drunk ass tried to crawl through the crotch to put it on.
You just can't come from being "the girl who shit her pants."
At least you got a round of applause for dancing like vanilla ice across the street and into the bar. Even as you were getting carded
I started blowing him in North Dakota, and I finished the job in Minnesota. Oh, the places road head can take you.
Your ability to eat ass like its your job and yet turn down quinoa because it's "gross" is confusing.
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
Remember when I made out with that stranger at the bar on my 21 in chicago? I wonder how he's doing
So, were you planning on telling me you left your panties in my glovebox??
Flirting with/getting ready to possibly sleep with a married HS classmate and getting added to a bible study group chat within minutes of each other. #Balance
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