holy fuck.
bob dylan.
little rock, arkansas.
8/26/08
i just had an orgasm.
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7 comments:
It sounded more like you were all choked up instead of having an orgasm, but what do I know.- Sunshine
That was me.
Or maybe you were just overwhelmed with my niceness in leading you to Bob's concert. That was probably it.
how do you know what my orgasms sound like? that's my question.
I don't, thus the "but what do I know" part of the comment. Must.work.on.reading.comprehension.
Maybe they'll have a proper funeral service for him there. Just die and get it over with!!!
you're a fuckass.
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