My brain says no but my pants say off.
We didn't go..parents came home with patron wanting to play drinking games --we asked no questions
I mean we're not committed. He's my first choice, sort of like miller lite. When I'm at the bar I'm going to order one, but if they don't maybe I'll go for a bud or blue moon. I'm certainly not going to stop drinking
the fact that he forgave me for making out with the bartender is proof that i can fuck my way out of anything.
I think my penis ruined a perfectly good friendship.
Going to.goingto.gtoing to DIE DIE DIEEEE......i feel like everyeone impotrant in my life like MLK is judging me.... saddd day
We haven't even moved into the apartment yet and she has already screwed two of our neighbors. This is going to be the longest 12 month lease of my life.
Maybe I'm a robot.
You can't be that drunk already
I want everyone to love me, and THEN I will choose who gets to eat me out all the time.
Omg, you would have loved the guy I almost hit with my car tonight
Notice how both of our plans for hooking up with these guys involve getting them drunk?
Oh my God, we're like men but with great boobs.
I woke up with my shoes still on and my pants around my ankles cause I couldn't get them over my shoes
I'm eating shredded cheese and chugging coke, until I can function again. I'm tingling everywhere
He sent me a flaccid dick pic from the bathroom at the bar and he said I'm sorry it's not all hard and good looking. Props to him - I did ask for a pic.
Bitch how dare you drink my dos equis
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