He seemed more like the type to get donkey punched by a she-male hooker to me
when we asked you if you had had anything to drink tonight you looked up from the toilet while cupping the water into your hands and said "this.. just this"
I apparently spent $173 at the bar last night. The proof is in the vomit on my pillow and the receipt I tried to clean it up with.
I can't wait till you move in so I can stop drinking alone.
it's a Wednesday?
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I really appreciate you zipping up my pants at the bar. You didn't even ruin my Bermuda triangle.
No clues in my phone. Only dialed call: my own social security number. And that was before 10:00pm.
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
Ive never seen one person more proud of themselves of peeing in public and getting away with it.
Do you think it's safe to mix miralax with a tequila sunrise?
It's Friday the 13th and you just got boned by a guy named Jason....
They wouldn't let me on the bull because I couldn't even sign my own name... She let me try 3 times...
I still don't understand if he's using me to write his resume or if we're dating
Jesus tap dancing Christ rock out with your cock out is supposed to be just an expression. And even if it weren't no one wants pics bro.
There is way too much butt cleavage here for a formal event.
We still on for Manwhore Monday?
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