Nope it's a specific set of cards not like a normal ace, queen king thing....kinda like UNO, but instead of yelling UNO you get shitfaced
this is the 21st century. you drunk fuck him and then go on a date.
Apparently, I woke him up at 4AM, and yelled "you're mad because we don't have sex," while grabbing his dick. Then immediately fell back asleep, dick in hand.
he/she has shaved legs and makeup on. but a spare tire stomach, high socks with high heels...a wig and glasses. and still talked like a man. it was a nightmare scenario
I consider it a good night. I met Jimmy Buffet, who grabbed my ass, and I body-checked a toddler. She had it coming.
Her mom offered to give me a lap dance. I was a guest, I couldn't say no.
Just had the "whores are people too" talk with Mom. Bright side it's Christmas, and I may have been drunk, I don't think she caught on.
We've given up. My vagina is tired of constant lonely nights and disappointments. This is our retirement.
All I know is I woke up with his business card in my bra and in my handwriting on the back it says 8 inch.
FYI you are now my emergency contact at plan parenthood
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
You weren't stupid you just made an ass of yourself. It's called a birthday party. That's code for night of regrets.
As she came, she moaned Roll Tide. I kid you not.
I knew I no longer wanted to bone him when he put the Grease soundtrack on as "mood music", no guy looks attractive singing and dancing to greased lightning naked.
I couldn't find my contact solution so I thought mixing toothpaste and water would work
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