C thinks vomiting on the batroom floor = reaon not to party. Lies. Party continues.
She said her name was "party"
Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
I swear every time I make the effort to make my hair look nice, someone jizzes in it.
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
Apparently drunk me thinks it's a good idea to put drops of acid in assorted open drinks in the fridge... This should be a fun week.
You can't text people with drinkers' regret at 8 in the morning. It's just bad form.
He came over in a blaze orange vest with a case of beer and a shotgun yelling about "Dove Season" then passed out in the lawn. There he lies
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
It looks like I jerked off a rainbow.
I've just had my first cup of coffee in a month and I moaned at the first drink and honestly I think this is the most sexual expreiance in 6 months
How to not get laid: tell him he reminds you of your brother. While having sex. Thanks, vodka.
Hey every now and then can you tell me you want to fuck me to boost my confidence? Thanks.
I think the night went to shit after he started sweating and crying about a taco he dropped on the ground 3 years ago. No more blind dates
I love random hookups in covid sex. Usually girls think me about a one and a half to a two and a half but now that I got this mask on I'm a Solid 6.
Randomize
