He couldn't say anything coherently but shot off a perfectly timed "that's what she said" when michelle said he'd have to ride in the trunk because she didn't have enough room up front.
I think she must be bulimic. I mean, every time I see her I know i want to throw up.
Did you get my bra back of the bartender?
I seriously think we need to revision your idea of 'keeping a low profile'
I think the multiple Sunday morning sirens outside my window are a plot by the cops to get back at me for the shit we pulled last night. Or I should move to a better area.
begin the sex magic rocket ship countdown
I have a weapon and I'm not blacked out. Good as gold
I think that's mostly how we became friends.
Well that, and your desire to put your penis in me.
I did not appreciate your texts about spanking at 3'o'clock this morning.
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
Apparently I came into our room and told her that there should be a zipline from our window to Walgreens so that I could get chicken noodle soup
lets start a news segment called WHY IS LEOS CROTCH BURNING TODAY
Your life has no conflict it's just a blur of sex and Netflix
Money making scheme, blow job proof mascara. Waterproof is bullshit
Also we're getting drunk and sledding down Caroline street. See you soon.
She was blowing air into green onions and tying knots in them to make "balloons"
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