Yep Great. Apparently I didn't just say things once that night. Drink. Yell. Repeat.
U also mentioned u werent wearing any underwear hahahaha
our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
we were having sex and the sweat made her make up run... seriously laid there and watched her face just melt into ugly.
So he thinks I sent him a picture of my boob last night, but it was really just a close up of my arm.
Out of ice. Vodka+club soda+cut up lime popscicle=I'm an alcoholic genius.
She shouted out halfway through "that costume does nothing to hide your cock". Last time we let her drink at the theatre.
Dude are you alive? We drank shit that made a german bartender blow chunks.
No. I want him to marry me so we can spend our lives together. I also want a to-scale model of his genitals to mount above my fireplace
The worst decision I made last night was allowing myself to be duct taped to the ceiling
i don't know what happened one minute im stumbling home drunk and the next im drinking pabst and smoking with a french guy ive never met named hugo.
We will discuss everything tomorrow i presume. Including the sweaty naked tango.
So, I think think I left my underwear at your house. Well...not exactly your house but your roof.
why did you kick open the doors at church screaming whos ready to party?
Upstairs definitely just had sex while I wrote you love poetry. That was a fun experience 🤷🏻♀️
I have a number of responses, ranging in content, tone, and maturity. Choose your destiny...
Come on baby if you haven't had a Charleston chew eatin out of your ass you just ain't livin right.
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