Whore: The teller at Bank of America kept smiling and staring at me... It wasn't until after I left that I remember that I fucked their face once.
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- Tell me something I don't know.
- Who cares about the diploma?
- It's true.
- How would you like your cash back today?
- Tums and cum.
- Fifteen minutes with Daniel Frankfurter.
- Password Pt. 2
- The password is Pt. 1
- Learn to love it.
- Fagalicious.
- Sweet fifteen.
- Her existence is futile.
- What's that smell?
- It's a curse.
- Always a gentleman.
- Did I have pubic hair in 5th grade?
- Best text message in a while.
- Clearly Voldemort did it.
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