So when does "going out for one drink" = giving some guy an HJ on the sidewalk?!?
It was as awful as eating cow testicles on fear factor and not winning and realizing you ate balls for nothing.
He's like the fucking Houdini of bras. Not only did I not feel him take it off I didn't find it until two days later.
Did you write "I hope this gives you aids" on my box of capn crunch?
Upperdeckered the toilet. Took sombrero off, drawing too much heat. Witnessed glassing. In bush, come findme.
Emergency! LinkedIn connected me to a hotornot hookup from sophomore year... slutty phase sphere has officially invaded grown up professional sphere. My illusions of interweb sexual anonymity have been exploded.
Tomorrow is Have Sex and Climb A Mountain Day. We have amazing dates.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
The only way I'll cross anything off my to do list today is if I write 'eat melted cheese' on it
Would you go as one half of Harry and Lloyd in Tuxes to Aaron's wedding?
this new dose of ADD meds is totally being waisted with the unemployed new graduate thing if only I could add my hyper focused side effects to a coverletter
Nothing can teach you regret more efficiently than a wine hangover.
also I can check "jump into a moving car" off my bucket list if that tells you how tonight is going
Well waking up naked, covered in Chex mix is not how I planned to start my Wednesday if that's what you're getting at.
He had me sit on his face until I begged him to stop, then held me there 5 minutes longer. I rested my head on his chest, told him I needed time to recover....and slept for 6 hours. By the time I woke, he was already at work. I just sent him a countdown times until his shift is over.
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