After last night I still want u
But please keep that on the DL
You know, as long as there were ice cream breaks, I would totally eat chips for a living.
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
I kept telling myself all night that it was completely okay for me to lose all sense of my morals because it was my birthday.
can we meet up so i can piece together the end of my night? for instance, did i jump or fall into a plant?
Well he told me I'd never be a wizard, and so I responded with you'll never have a big penis. After that we both just sat there and cried.
In chronological order you drank, sang, smoked, napped, threw up, cried, laughed, described your pubic area, passed out. You have abused the privilege to use me as your D.D.
I have a gash on my leg an a lobster leg in my purse.
I'm convinced my penis is the only thing holding this relationship together.
That feeling when you're ready to convert to the religion of whatever god will stop the vomit. Dynamite is illegal.
His name is Dustib. Not a typo. I just can't.
I'm trying to find some better sex background music so his neighbors don't hate us. This is tedious.
then a garbage truck rolls up to the club, they hop out, and walk right in like they own the place
I learned a valuable lesson about combining day drinking with malt liquor: you may think you have super powers, but that's just the Steel Reserve talking.
You weren't stupid you just made an ass of yourself. It's called a birthday party. That's code for night of regrets.
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