um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
I guess she didn't feel like it. There was hair all over it and everything
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
i am breaking up with you. because you wash your hair too much and you only drink light beer and because you're not party enough.
That's why they call him "the cheesegrater".
We tried to make a sex tape, but we were hammered and she forgot to take the cap off the camera. Somebody starts snoring 10 minutes in.
but im not going to tell the owner of the penis of my dreams how to wear his hair.
Remember the thing I sent you? "Often complex problems are best solved by thinking like an animal." Hump away!
Cause I'll toss Tabasco sauce in his eyes and yell "Cobra attack" and walk away
I need dunkaroos back in my life.
Roomies told me I showed up to my house alone with no pants on and burrs in my hair... I live in the middle of the city
I did just chug a pint glass of wine during a solid round of masterbation, so I believe I am ready for bingo.
...hi
YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF
Ok cool I was afraid you'd never speak to me again. I can work with this.
I'm in the fetal position trying to figure out a way to get someone to deliver me pancakes.
I have bruises everywhere an I broke the lamp. So ya I'd considerate rough sex.
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