We woke up in an inflatable kiddie pool full of both empty and full beer cans. In the middle of his dad's office. Oh, and we were locked in. Nobody remembers.
so i never found you. but i found vodka. so its kinda the same
I don't think I own any pants that haven't seen his bedroom floor anymore...
Then he told me he was proud of me for remembering that i blew him that night.. Maybe my drinking is getting out of hand.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
I went to pick my brother up downtown and I stopped at a red light a homeless old man comes up knocks on the window shows me his penis and then screams money
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
Martha Stewart has had a one night stand and is unsure if she's had a threesome. I no longer feel slutty.
It turns out my English teacher used to pose for Playboy. She's an inspiration.
He gave me a script of norcos and touched my balls so overall it's been a good day.
We broke into the kitchen, stole cooking aprons, and wore them on the dance floor.
Welcome to the club of "Sick of cleaning up actual shit." We meet on the 3rd Sunday of each month. Bring your ceremonial viking helmet.
so, in conclusion, I think his gf found out about the booty pics
In 18 months of being married we've had sex with 7 different couples. Who said you can't have your cake and eat it.
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