we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
I don't really want to write this paper. It's the last one of the semester - I need to savor the feeling of procrastination.
OK, the bar's closing. Do I go to home to my wife or my girlfriend?
He said he has something to give me... I swear to God if it's a joint or a framed picture of his penis i'm going to kill him
My roommate didn't flush after her miscarriage. Time to drink myself blind. I need you for moral support. Or so I don't have to drunkenly cry alone anymore. Whatever, help.
I promise it'll work. Just go there and keep the lights off and keep saying blaowww. She'll think your me.
I literally just wiped coffee off of the corner of my mouth with my boob because my hands were full. Thought youd be proud. Good morning!
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
I'm sure you can think of a way to make money.. God didn't give you boobs that awesome to waste them feeding your children..
Remind me in the morning that I've now seen a guy do crack. That actually happened. I'm at the wrong party.
The George Foreman grill is melted. I don't know what other problems could arise.
I guess there's no delicate way to say "I'm 90% sure I sucked his dick in the bathroom of the bar."
What's the tour de bar? Is that a thing, or is it just what you call Saturdays?
You have cats and a ten year IUD. Embrace it.
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
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