Showing posts with label eat a bag of dicks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eat a bag of dicks. Show all posts
2/11/1963
February 26, 2010
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eat a bag of dicks,
I smell like piss and vomit,
rough night
There's only two things in this world that get me all hot and bothered: girls, booze, death, poetry, and Slyvia Plath. If necrophelia wasn't a crime I would be dryhumping eyesockets right now. Actually, if I had the money to fly to GB I'd be dryhumping eyesockets right now. Buy my boardsurfs so I can dryhump.
