So I'm cool with the whole break up, but it sure is a shame we didn't get to use those handcuffs.
And we started making out. She asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10. I said 6. She took me to her room. A few minutes later I wasnt a virgin. DUDE I WAS GOING TO SAY 2.
the room spins SO much faster in panama
I just sent you a google doc listing all the reasons why I should stop hooking up with him. Feel free to add to it.
the condom is still stuck, that's what I get for being responsible
I wasn't concerned until I realized he was using the vase my birthday flowers came in as a " big glass" for his 151 and coke.
When he grabbed my tits it felt like he was either giving me a mammogram or trying to pierce my nipples with his fingers.
There is no try. Just do it. Yoda said that. Or Nike. I can't remember. whiskey
He came up to me looked at my tits said they were huge, rated them a 7 and then asked if girls really do masterbate. To make it better, he put his hand up to my face and said his penis is longer than my face...
His hands kept asking for sex, but all I could think was "dude, this is going to ruin my high".
I hope our bodies realize that workaholics starts tomorrow and will be well enough to handle the hell we are going to put them through. amen.
That guy drinking savagely was actually at his buddy's gay bachelor party in the male stripper section. He came over to the chicks side so we drank with him.
He had some sort of penis-related post traumatic stress disorder, but body shots seemed to wake him up
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
I was so high last night that at one point I kept licking his neck saying he tasted like soap and truffles.
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