zhidd ha risposto al tuo post “drops moishes name”
cries pls titty fuck moishe
are those titties fuckable
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zhidd ha risposto al tuo post “drops moishes name”
cries pls titty fuck moishe
are those titties fuckable
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[Have a really happy man hug you from behind and---]
[Oh you’re not the person he thought you were and---]
[Lets you go.] I am so sorry.
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Pineapple on pizza is fucking great and everyone who thinks otherwise is weird. Come fight me. That is all.
@zhidd liked for a starter
No. No, you cannot go into the garage.
[Blocks it with his body.]
You will not be going in there.
@zhidd replied to your post“are you even wearing pants??”
But- But it's not a dress. It's not clothes? It's just a blanket where are your clothes????
Where are your clothes?
@zhidd ha detto: hey, uh. Why are you Like This. It's because I can't stop thinking about your rolls. [wink wonk finger guns]
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Joe hasn’t been a very good Mormon tonight, having had two drinks tonight already; he was supposed to meet Ben here, but alas, he never showed. So, with a little liquid courage, he had gone up to the first person he saw and tried to make conversation.
As always, the first topic that came up was the familiarity of Joe’s face. It’s his voice, too, he knows.
Without the warm liquor in his belly, he wouldn’t normally, but...
“Probably the pornos I’ve done,” he informs him, nose crinkled as he nods, then stirs his drink with the thin black straw. He could have gotten away with this probably, this guy didn’t seem to sold on knowing him. “It was called Orgazmo. It wasn’t my penis, though. My name is Joe.”
He holds his hand out, and puts on a dopey smile.