It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
I thought you should know that you passed out in your trash can last night.
Thanks for throwing up on me.
i gave him the "yep, i was your girfriend's collegiate lesbian sex story" head nod
ive come to the point where weve hung out more times sober than drunk. i think im growing up. fuck.
in my defence, i did try to get you to put your shirt back on, then you screamed at me to stop telling you what to do
You should never talk to him again. Unless its you knocking on the door and punching his dick.
I know. I know. The man who pulled me from my mother's womb was the same man who had his fingers in my vagina today. My life is a joke. I don't know how to feel about this.
I'm eating crumbled blue cheese out of Tubbaware. My life is nothing.
He goes "sorry was at the gym. Some of us workout " and I wanted to text him back and go "well some of us do occasional drugs so we don't have to"
Dude we gotta go back to your cabin. left glenn. he's calling me crying and still drunk
ever since I turned 21 the mother-daughter bonding sessions always end with whiskey and my little pony. I don't know why, it's just a thing that happens
Evidently I placed three booty calls at the same time...it was an ugly scene. I'm never getting that high again.
Is there evidence of another human being getting away with this/ not dying?
He asked me if I want to play Uber Driver, is this some new sex game or is he drunk and asking for a ride home?
The progression was banging a stripper banging an unemployed stripper banging a sexual entrepreneur quarantining with benefits totally fucking whipped. Get it right dude
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