Is it a problem that our room has been dubbed the, "masturbation room?" That's what happens when all three of us by vibrators on the day we get drunk and tell all our friends.
I went walking down the road with my shoes in my hands, with my glasses on my ears and my gloves no where in sight. Where to go? Where will I end up? Life's the quest, let's see which picket fence we'll paint tomorrow.
1 comment:
hey i remember this day!
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