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Fact: the pants hanging 1/2way down the ass trend started in prisons to let other inmates know you were DTF without letting the guards know.
Guys, a quick moist towelette to the ballsack never hurt anyone.
I can't cuss at work, so I say things like malarky & patooty...then I go sit in the break room, rock back & forth and cry.
You guys that tweet "it's my 20th b-day, i'm so old" fuck you. Fuck you right in your ass.
The fuck you mean "this tweet does not exist" ?? I fucking see it, it's right fucking there! Is this another acid flashback?
Fuck going out to a bar/club and dealing with obnoxious drunks...I'd rather stay home & fuck myself.
My finishing move while I'm cumming via cunnilingus is frighteningly similar to a crocodile death roll.
National cleavage day huh? Guess me & my small b cups will sit this one out. At least they'll still be in the right place when I'm 70.
I live in FL, I have no tan, I'm not retired, and I'm not a meth-head....and you think YOU'RE an outcast??
The next drunk redneck nascar fan who gives me the creepy grin/wink combo is getting junkpunched.
I just tried to star a fucking email.
Get that fucking thing away from my hiney hole!
<---was just asked to leave the liquor store for giggling for 5 minutes at the Nut Brown Ale. What? That shit sounds fucked up & you know it
I gotta admit...sometimes I follow someone, not because I like them or their tweets...but because I love watching a good trainwreck.
If you refer to days as "sleeps", ie: "3 more sleeps till my b-day", fuck you. You sound like a goddamn child.
The A/C was out at work. I literaly just peeled my pants & bra off. Sexy, right?
Time to go to bed so I can lay there for 4 hours letting my mind spin out of control before actually falling asleep. G'night.
Your crazy is showing, & baby, I like what I see.
Where am I and why are my inner thighs covered in clown makeup?