I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
this is the 21st century. you drunk fuck him and then go on a date.
you were sitting on your bed looking out the window, rocking back and forth naked, saying how peaceful it looked outside
Were you paying girls to come up and grab my cock and tell me I look like bradley Cooper?
I invited you and you fucked me in the face with the penis of disappointment and shit.
that's where you went wrong. never assume I'm adult enough to do something on my own.
Mate, you pissed in my bed. Then told me to "Just keep swimming"
I'll be there with bells on. And by "bells" I mean "jäger bombs". And by "on" I mean "being poured down my gullet".
Whatever you have to do, STALL THEM. Your toothbrush is in the kitchen, my pants are on the balcony, and I don't have eyebrows.
Why do I have this feeling like this is heading in a slightly threesome-y direction
You know I base where I go on the likelihood of me getting laid there. This includes work.
Just cuz I'm recovering alcoholic does NOT make me the taxi for you every weekend
he was almost the father of your baby, you should let him take you to dinner
We will discuss everything tomorrow i presume. Including the sweaty naked tango.
When the nurses wouldn't let him smoke in the hospital he decided to just roll around on the floor.
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