I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
So apparently last night I was running around columbus circle station screaming that Obama was a pussy and that "waterboarding should always be an option" lol
we are cooking lunchables pizzas on a fire pit.
woke up with a sweatshirt on that said "someone special calls me grandma" and a sword. i'm just going to assume that it was a good night
Left for charity run at 5AM. Saw a pigeon eating last night's vomit and a pair of shame-walkers in high heels. Nature at it's finest.
theres so much semen in my vacuum cleaner...
You know, I had the money for a pregnancy test, but at the time, tacos were more important.
Your lower body and my face have had way too much contact lately.
So if a 2 is a 10 on the road... do we consider college to be "on the road?" help. its urgent.
BUT I think maybe Thursday in celebration of America we should probably tan and see how fast we can finish everything in the liquor cabinet.
You are under a naked attack watch for the whole weekend. Shelter in place.
Somehow she talked me into getting my dick pierced, weird first date.
And no one can masturbate with the sound of Bernie's voice in the background
Somehow reaching for the flaming hot cheetos ended up in the best sex of my life
I just got to my parents hungover as hell. My dad could tell and said "theres only one cure for a hangover" and handed me a beer. This morning went from a 0 to 10 in an instant.
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