So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
i woke up in his bed to a "teach your baby to read" infomercial. i pray to GOD that's not a sign
One blow job doesn not make me gay.
I've awoken at 3am again, in a night terror, just thinking about how big his dick was.
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
Please stop leaving drunk voicemails with your new black/Irish accent.
My night ended with Em alternately crying and throwing up in the arms of a guy wearing a cutoff and a tiara. I sat holding a garbage can and wine glass full of water wondering how our night got to this point.
I might have been fine if i had magic teleportation powers and could have skipped the car ride between bar and home
Tell me not to purchase 500 ball pit balls and a kiddy pool
No
I am going to dream of scrotums tonight, I just know it.
The great part about clubs is that you can fart everywhere and nobody knows! The bad part is I'm on e and i have nobody to fondle.
Alcohol won't break your heart. I mean, unless it's all gone maybe
He ate me out while I finished season 1 of Stranger Things. If that's not a modern day relationship goal, then I don't know what is.
Sooo, did you delete me cause I said I wouldn't babysit you while you did shrooms? You're a grown man.
I mean it's up to you where you want to sleep but I'm telling you you're going to hear us have sex no matter what room you're in.
Fair enough
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