all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
shes in my pool wearing only floaties on her arms ill have to raincheck watching march madness with you guys sorry
Dude just read our convo. Apparently I was talking to you while I was naked. She wasn't happy about it.
Things are burning & the world smells of peanut butter. It's beautiful.
I was all over the place but at every locale you would pop out of nowhere and hand me a huge drink and say "HAMMERED"
I am the fairy godmother of the drink.
He's nice but I'm a one bouncer kind of girl
I don't know but someone, somewhere gave someone a hand job and someone else was pissed about it...
that man is just a bundle of powerful magic and poor judgment
So many gingers... It's like a beacon went out that said "this one is ok with red hair"
he walked up looked at my boobs then looked at my eyes then looked at my boobs again smiled and said "can I get you and the girls a shot "
I just wanted to be nice to your dick and you are rhyming at me.
like when you break up with someone your virginity slowly starts to grow back & when it's done it's like ding ding ding you're ready to date again
So I've decided that blue balls for lesbians is rainbow balls and the struggle is real
From what I remember I had fun, until I threw up, and lost my shoes..
Do you remember seeing anyone put a "my other penis is a vagina" bumper sticker on my car?
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