He was crying to my sister about feeling like a bad person. Then he groped my breasts.
So i got in my car, the seats are leaned back, and soft soul music is playing. Wtf happened last night.
omg my older sister has been googling "how do I know if I've had an orgasm?" and "bj tips". the family laptop is not meant for this...
Your ability to be a slut in your nightmare astounds me
Hey on the reals though tomorrow if i take you out to lunch as just a friend will you also suck my cock as just a friend?
You "were" hungover, which is past tense. So that gives you no excuse not to go out tonight.
The best way to start drinking is as early as possible. eg, this bar isn't open but we're patiently waiting outside. That way you're confident and exciting when the talent arrives. Or too drunk to care.
Your message cut off at "shit on the floor". Your life is incredible.
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
Nothing brings compassion from a group of cafe workers like walking in and asking if they have a 'hangover special'
You don't know reunion panic until you've exfoliated your butt cheeks.
She had like a side ponytail and hoop earrings though. And legwarmers. Like a horrible 80s nightmare. Don't drink and dream, dude.
I think you just miss his friendship.
I think it's his ability to give me multiple orgasms.
I'm stuck in a tree and request your assistance ASAP
I have no regard for my liver, you should know this.
Randomize