Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
She was adopted and used to dance at Sapphire. just my speed.
For once I'm glad there wasn't morning sex. Yes, that sore from the night before.
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
It might've been him telling me last night that he "doesn't even need beer goggles to fuck me." When I thought that was sweet, I realized something needed to change.
I'll remember. Also, I owe you 200 for a pair of shoes that I carelessly bought to improve my spinal structure, to improve my health and ensure that I love to be 300 years old. Like Adam. Of the bible.
Bitch guess who just got a fucking taser
My breasts were aching with rage.
I will forever remember this as The Great Jalepeno Cock Burn of 2014.
Also, totally got laid in my yellow rubber boots and it was awesome.
He was singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T to a stripper between motorboats while our HR manager cheered him on.
You were dancing to the Bee Gees, at 3am, with a piece of ham on your head. Moral of the story, You can't drink.
so he's a sleeptalker.
yeah??
"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" right in my ear. 2 am.
I could be the Kenny Powers of Sex Therapists.
I got conspiracy theory drunk.
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