i was blowing him and "what if god was one of us" came on his playlist. I had to leave
My cardio has turned into running out of the cold from bar to bar.
That's the second time in a week someone has called me to talk drunk you into getting up off the floor. This needs to stop.
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
Missing both credit cards and just had a flashback of grinding my nuts on the terrified cab driver for amusement. i am feeling a slight hate for myself right now.
after further investigation i found out he's a little bit married..
The word cocktail makes me want to rip my liver out and nail it to a cross.
We won't have time to talk.. I'll be rolling you a blunt and you'll be getting naked.
she's just been through a whole lot lately. When the crazy starts leaking out we give her vodka and lock her in the room with all the pillows.
so that's what that room is for...
We ended up on their roof with our pants around our ankles shotgunning beers at one point.
That's not "anything", that's you deep throating a mozzarella stick.
Well I'm glad your Saturday night went a lot better than mine. I spent mine crying in a McDonald's parking lot.
Sex and compliments. The way to my heart
also, i'm not sure if i'm proud to say this but our regional manager's hot fiance was grinding on me at the reception while he stood and watched.
i suppose that explains why he told me he plans on promoting you this Friday.
after we fucked i left the room and when i came back he was patting his dick whispering "prouda you lil guy...prouda you"
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