He dated me before I started drinking. I feel like he deserves a consolation bj for all the effort he had to put in to get in my pants.
No that's sign language, not a drinking game. I tried to join
You SHOULD feel empty, we were at the top of our game, and by that i mean snorting things we don't understand and only a few steps away from adultery.
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
Just spiked the bong with a ludens cough drop with hopes it soothes my throat after i rip it.
In the middle of the State of the Union, she unzipped my pants and started giving me head. I've never been so proud to be an American.
I think I should just accept my destiny that I'm going to be someone's second wife
My tits sealed my fate
I still have a scar from the last time she gave me a handjob. There is NO WAY i'll stick my dick anywhere near her again
He took getting"shit in your neighbors hot tub drunk" way to literally
Apparently "I have the beer shits" isn't the excuse my boss wanted to hear. So sue me
We're like a dynamic duo.
Bisexual and Proud, Lesbian and Loud.
I just got hit on at the bar by a guy who used his mother as a wingman, she was pretty convincing. Only in Stratford.
I feel like my stoner spirit animal is Janice from the muppets.
When dressing for a 3way, how do I convey to the other chick I care enough to look pretty but not so much that it's a huge deal?
That girl is like a master class on how to be an unlovable crazy person.
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