i just opened the overnight bag i packed at 2am last night. Apparently all i thought id need was a handful of quarters, mascara and one sock
I came downstairs to find I had missed the 3some on my kitchen floor but not the pukefest or ER trip after it. This is what happens when the voice of reason is otherwise occupied
You just kept shouting "I AM AN ADULT!" until he agreed to carry you home on his shoulders.
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
I'm about one sudden movement away from being able to cross "throw up in a fortune 100 company's bathroom" off my bucket list.
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
FONT CPME TO THE TRUK. I REPATE SONT COME TO THE TRUCK WERE GETTON FRAEKY
I thought it was my alarm clock, turns out it was her vibrator still going off on the side of my face.
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
I gave him a handjob in the uber car. Life is really spiraling downwards.
He apologized for cumming on my leg, but not for ghosting me for 3 weeks before :(
I wrote myself a note last night telling me to tell you that you're the best person ever, and asking you not to tell me what I did, I think I'm trusting my drunk judgment on that one.
I told you I couldn't sleep because of the speed and you rolled over and replied "shh. just pretend."
I almost just opened my door to get my pizza butt ass naked
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