Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
Are you seriously trying to guilt me into sending you naked pictures by saying "So I can look at them during dialysis" ?
Is it working?
I'm driving up the street and can't tell if my ears are actually about to pop or not.
A solid 8.5 on the baked meter, I need to stop.
I love that my idea of a romantic gesture to you is to send you a picture of my vomit saying "wish you were here". You voluntarily dated me. For six years ish.
I saw it and almost just was like "Ice breaker: your penis is massive" but I didn't.
so i might have figured out why that girl isn't talking to me...I'm 90% confident I didn't give her a pillow when she stayed over >.>
I just shit a hot coal. Pretty sure it's that fireball shot from yesterday.
So I'm not dead, but close call. I think I can handle one more bar.
Usually I just ask myself "have I been naked here?" If the answer is no I correct the situation.
You wrote me a check. For zero dollars. For my soul. Dick.
That was the night you tried to convince me you threw up your sould because your throwup was black
All of my friends are hooking up and here I am, the lone asexual, looking for someone to eat these tostitos with me.
Am I getting cock blocked by karaoke? That's a first.
He chose me to be his birthday sex..theres a lot of pressure riding on this bang
I told him we can’t see each other today because absence makes the heart grow fonder but mostly I just need to rest my vag
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