I dont kno what was worse. Waking up 2 a guy next to me thinking I got blackout or realizing it was your boyfriend.
My Hamptons summer hookup resume reads like a walk-in clinic waiting list.
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
She called me her ex's name in a supermarket. How boring am I that she livens up shopping by thinking of another guy?
and then we had to stop you from trying to pour shots through your nose with the neti pot.
someone wrote on his wall: "congrats on your engagement"
I think you may want to look into that...
the outcome of this sandwich determines whether or not i do anything else with my day..
And then he told me he just wanted me to hold his cock while we watched tv...
So, we estimated there is at least 40 pounds of boob in our house.
I think I'm going to add the date I dumped his sorry ass as a life event on FB.
I think that's justified.
I think it really helped to be hungover at accepted students day. it gave me a good feel for how it would be everyday if I go there.
I sent him a tit pic on accident and he replied with "nice ass"
just give up on your dreams and come get shit house drunk with me.
Just paid my weed guy with a check. I've got this whole adult thing down.
I googled my name and pictures of you drinking showed up. Way to steal my thunder....
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