My shoes are muddy girl, how ‘bout yours? Here we are lounging on your bedroom floor. I’m really drunk, so i’m looking at your carpet like “Man fuck the permit, I know where I’ma park tonight.”
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My shoes are muddy girl, how ‘bout yours? Here we are lounging on your bedroom floor. I’m really drunk, so i’m looking at your carpet like “Man fuck the permit, I know where I’ma park tonight.”