then we talked for a little and he asked my last name which since I have yet to get a fb request I'm 95% sure its for a restraining order
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
Yeah we can't find him. He left a note saying he left and isn't that drunk with what appears to be an attempt at the quadratic formula for proof. He also wrote down his number and left his phone by the note
seriously. next time...underwear. I'm not spending any other holiday season wondering if it'll be my last babyless one.
Tequila me may have very bluntly told him that I wanted to touch his abs.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
Well on a lighter note, I had sex in a food truck.
my friend was passed out in the bathroom so I threw up in the coffee maker, not the pot the water reservoir that kind of drunk.
I wanna go back to school and change my major to psych just to make a case study out of her
It's the eve of Christ's birthday and I'm sending pictures of my tits
I'm about to make existential crisis tacos.
All this studying of HIV makes me want to have sex with you.
Howd it go?
Well we had the "no we're not fucking on the porch" conversation but then we totally fucked on the porch. So I'd say alright.
He called out my ex's name during sex.
Alex is a pretty common unisex name.
It was the same Alex. I asked.
um care to explain the stolen chinchila under greg's bed..i'd be fine with it if it wasnt chewing up the stash
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