i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
this guy showed up at my house asking for his sword and cape. something tells me i shouldn't drink that much again.
windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
we left the bar for like 10 minutes last night and moved his car so it wouldnt get towed. neither of us have a clue where it is right now.
not only did i climb through the window at 4 am but here i am 4 hours later for my interview at the mall and i'm staring in the dark pet store barking at puppies
I just five second ruled a donut I dropped at starbucks, everyones staring
You could probably play six degrees of separation of my cock in this city.
I remember us getting kicked out of the bar, but neither of us know why. We woke up next to chicken bones on a plate with spoons, and my car has mud all over it including places where feet shouldn't be, like the speakers on the car door.
I woke up naked with a $20 bill taped to my titty, so I must of had fun.
Sorry for yelling at you, I'm just really emotional about missing comicon.
Dude, who WASN'T thinking of motorboating her?
For the record you're an amazing lay and you have great taste in breakfast sandwiches
What's the blow job-backrub exchange rate these days? I've got some killer stress knots
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
so i might have slept on your bathroom floor last night...
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