Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I felt weird they were both staring at me waiting for the scoop on how your vagina felt.
It's sore actually
I am waking up at 7am to go to church with him and his family... I better get eaten out tonight.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
You were pretty dunk by the time you introduced the vase as your best friend.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
Having my alarm go off at 3:30 makes me wanna rip my dick off and shove it through my eye socket
It was over as soon as he asked if he could name my vagina pancake.
I feel like there should be a database and you screen your boyfriend's scrotum and all the fucked up shit they've done goes on file.
Well I'll be shitfaced all day the 4th in honor of this great nation... but I'm down for drunken camping/nature fucking on the 5th
My apartment is also really close to an alcohol rehab in case I get out of hand
I'm hiding in the bathroom at the library but there are children here I just want to drunk cry in peace
It's ok, it's locked within patented Sealrite technology. That puke is staying fresh
But what we lack in money, we make up for in dry humor and drugs
His phone started ringing when we were pulled over and he said 'hold on, this is most likely more important than you', proceeded to answer it and agree to work sunday, then hung up, looked at the cop and told him to continue.
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