Oct 17, 2006 22:09
My sister...she bounces.
God rest his pickled soul.
We'll talk after dinner, we'll be drunk and there will be dirt.
My nuts a freezing.
You, go play with your dick.
Blunt testicular trauma.
Come in... I'll put on a pot of bourbon.
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Man, i know some weird people. And i thought the uni crowd were confusing.
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