So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
according to the random from alabama i slept with last night i kept saying "poor lil tink tink" over and over in my sleep
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
I just canoed to the bar. I am a skilled drunk paddler.
I made him breakfast and we cuddled on the couch watching march of the penguins, which is, in case you were unaware, the opposite of fucking on a pool table
when i first looked at you, you weren't wearing any pants. but then i realized you had them around your neck as a cape.
No no don't get confused. We do chemistry homework on Thursdays. We screw on Fridays. Other than that, Words With Friends is our only communication five days a week. We are NOT dating.
Please do us both a favor and come rip my clothes off.
So maybe I got drunk and hooked up with him in a hot tub? I mean that's nothing to be ashamed of, that kind of takes talent. I'd drown.
My penis is saying yes, several less important organs are saying noo...
What the matter? A girl can't play some Super Mario without being accused of being high?
He was feeling me up but acting like he was asleep. Like WTF does that mean??
Also, do you have any insight as to WHY I have a note saved from the 17th of June that reads *clears throat*, "you got that swanky blues libido"
do you know of a way I can die but like NOT die? like not being unconcious, just ascending to an astral plane for a few weeks or months in real world time so i can sort my issues out away from the rigors of life kinda deal, you know?
He sent me a pic of his coffee mug to be like "I'm having coffee too.” \nImagine that. Morning coffee. In your boring ass mug. Dick pic or gtfo.
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