To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
i'm not going because i feel like it's just gunna be a "this is your life" who i banged this years addition
The drunk teletubby stumbling out of the place tipped me off..
Call me next time you want to get irresponsibly drunk when we have grown up things to do the next day.
All three women i have fucked in the past week are here in the same bar. Gameface, go.
Gonna go for any of them?
Thursday night girl, but friday is watching and tuesday is serving us.
Hey, next time you have sex, flick his balls, and tell him "thats for getting spit in jennifer's eye and laughing about it."
Way to ruin everything
I am drinking jager with a cat, your argument is invalid
Sorry my hands just texted you
I just need some dick and some jimmy johns
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
she was concerned about my dick piercings.
I didn't want dick. I wanted spaghetti.
Like either my tits got bigger or I've succumbed to Trumps tiny hand syndrome
Dude why can't I remember anything after walking in from my first beer bong?
It was immediately followed by your second, third, fourth and fifth
He told me their parents think of me as the "drunk friend"...oddly enough, I'm ok with that
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