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(818):
I’m like Cupid.
(1-818):
You’re a whore with a bow and arrow.
texts from last night (81)
(706):
We can talk tomorrow when we’re both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
(1-706):
Where’s it at?
(706):
In your pants.
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(779):
I just think his face would be more attractive if it was framed by my thighs.
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(213):
WTF, DUDE?
(323):
Stay calm. I’m sure there’s a heterosexual explanation for this.
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(206):
In related news, I couldn’t want to blow you more if your dick made harmonica noises.
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(408):
No dude, I’m not naming my kid after your beard.
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(586):
In the future we’ll all be gay
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(412):
I wrote my name on his balls in sharpie. In the homosexual world that’s like a diamond ring. Shit’s permanent.
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(708):
We broke up because he couldn’t handle the fact that I’ve slept with more girls than he has. Also, I’ve slept with the girl he’s seeing now.
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(215):
I’ve decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I’m OK with that.