I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
That's ok. Our relationship has a solid foundation of booze and questionable behavior.
I knew shit got real when the pinapple was gone and people were just passing around the core and gnawing on it.
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
So to distract myself from jackies vomiting, im making up a story in my head. It's called the little penis that could
You tried to fight everyone, so we kept having her take her shirt off. You were sufficiently distracted...
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
She gatecrashed the wedding and managed to get an invite to the open bar reception. Lucky bitch
We bought only tequila and Twister. And you're STILL surprised you got pregnant?
Nothing says "forever alone" like receiving a friendship bracelet from your parents.
She said I had a really great aura. Which I think is hippie code for "I bet you can give me a mind melting orgasm"
I fell into the fireplace. That is a pretty good sign to stop drinking fireball
When I came out of the bathroom you were naked dead asleep on the couch but your dick was still rock hard standing straight up. I almost took a pic. It was impressive.
So our night ended with 6 cruisers, a fire truck, and an ambulance. Also, lots of blood. How was yours?
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