similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
you woke up, pulled a beer bottle out of your pants..took a drink and went back to sleep.
every single kid we've ever known, every single person we've gotten blow jobs from, every single person we've hit home runs with... is at dennys right now
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
i was able to set 4 alarms to make sure i woke up in time for class but i couldnt take the open beer out of my pocket before i did cartwheels down the hall...
Well some days you just have to get blackout drunk and try to speak Spanish to French Canadian strangers
No, but I woke up here and my pockets are full of raisins. Like 6 different pockets.
Safe to say I relapsed into my old chatroulette drunk flashing days.
Meeting his dad and brother for the first time at the jail while I'm bailing him out ISN'T exactly how I pictured this relationship going....
So we reenacted men's olympic skeet shooting using roman candles and flattened beer cans. That's all
Can I come over? I respect you, but I want disrespectful things to happen
can't believe I traded a good night's sleep and a midterm for your blurry tits
Still dying that you shit outside
Your brother slept on my deck. There was a key under the mat. Relapse party success.
I think it was a smart move. Quickest way to get over a guy, hook up with his friends.
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