Then go track Natasha down and tell her that I’m shitting on her here.
Hint: She lives somewhere north of Beaverton
Taking summer classes this year. After class a nice guy and I go around the building to a wooded area and screw. What will I do at the end of summer class?
I have explosive diarrhea from eating off a mexican food truck. Did that guy blast a load in the salsa? Toot toot.
