it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
can't come out tonight. went to the bar again last night and the bartender hugged and thanked me so much for my "generosity." I'm intrigued but terrified to see my credit card bill.
Hey so summary of last night. I threw up in a rain boot then tipped it over on my bed, did my laundry and passed the fuck out. I feel like I didn't see you.
I found your bra. How you get it off the satellite dish is your problem.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
All she kept whispering was put your pickle in my mouth. Then she fell out of her barstool and chipped her tooth
Your list of "good ideas" thumbtacked to the lampshade last night consisted of nothing but "tampon-pen" with a note indicating that girls could then always have something to write with, even naked.
Haha, you avoided her at all costs. And then she shoved her tits in your face
It's like refusing a bong hit from michael phelps... You just can't do it
Cat. Why do you sit on things I need to use.
Because it is cat.
Literally sitting on my bed in the dark trying not to throw up
I could tell you were slightly drunk by the time you started having a conversation with my tiki torch
He just snapchatted me a blank snap that said "miss our sex" Vagina game too strong
I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in
She sent a group text pic called "Assemble" of his dick next to her forearm.
I'm down.
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