I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
We convinced her the game "just the tip" was a billiards game. She was asking a couple guys if they wanted to play as we left. I kinda don't want to ask her how the rest of the night went.
Still trying to wash and scratch the glitter off of my dick. That stripper should be banned.
I told the hostess, two bouncers and a manager i was roofied and made them smell my beer. Turns out I just picked up some stupid bitches CHERRY WHEAT beer by mistake. I insisted they replace my lost beer.
I woke up with a fake mustache stuck to my chest and I can't even hold down water.
Ok wear gym clothes just in case we feel like going shitfaced to the gym
How external is "for external use only"?
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 doing running of the bulls tomorrow at 7am...except in New Orleans roller derby girls chase you.
I'm fucking a man old enough to be my father who is also dating my boss. What have you done with your life?
I pulled you and a keg around in a wagon for like five hours and apparently everyone else remembers it but us.
I just said "I love my cat" as a hobby.
But if you move out who will get drunk with me on the roof and yell at boys?!?
We lost you in the bar so we waited outside for you...next thing you know you kick open the doors and yell "I'M ALIVE"
We hooked up and he sent me home with a plant and skittles lmao
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