Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
The frequency that you give me blue balls couldn't be healthy.
Why's my alcoholism being used to prove a point?
all i remember is being at the diner with her at 3am and her storming into the kitchen to make sure the chef gave me regular fries instead of home fries.
I'm practically paying him in tacos to have sex with me.
We're all in the kiddie pool on the porch. Fully clothed. Watching porn. With my manager.
Don't worry that pussy is fresh, I'd brush my teeth with it.
I dont even care how hung over I am, and how shitty this bus ride will be. That was the best sex of my life and it's a beautiful morning.
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
Know of anyone who would be interested in trading weed for meatballs?
Today in French class my teacher was singing "what does the fox say" so i started answering in similar satanic ritual noises
I just want to eat Taco Bell and throw it up on his doorstep.
ANIME MEN ARE MAKING ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY AGAIN
I woke up to pee last night, got out of bed and proceeded to stand there because I had no idea where I was. Then, I heard my sexy as fuck personal trainers voice. Well-played blacked out me.
Reminder to self: never have sex on a trampoline. Trampoline burn hurts worse than carpet burn.
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