just leaving uw hospital. they thought i had franzia-induced appendicitis. whaaaaat
I knew the night had taken a turn when we showed up and our flabongo was being chilled in the freezer.
Let's just say that watching the sunrise in a space helmet is really the only way to do it.
I'd say I should re evaluate my life choices, but I'd make the same decisions only faster and wearing a push up bra.
It was one of those "wake up holding a random metal flower" kind of nights.
I'm pretty sure they kept making references about gangbanging me but I was too stoned to catch on, I just sat there and stared at his kitten.
I don't really want to have sex with him, I'd just want him in a threesome. Does that make sense?
Is selling savings bonds for acid money something a normal person does?
You don't understand. There's baclava and there's post sex baclava. You can't compare the two.
He just showed up. He's like 5'8 and brought a beer pong table that has " I love gay boys" on it. How could this go wrong
All I know is I drank too much, danced too little.. yet somehow woke up on the floor in the arms of some cowboy.
Rule #36, branched off rule 4: Dave stays on a leash in crazy settings. It keeps him good and gets you laid.
So essentially he's like a puppy you can bring to a bar? Retractable leash or chain then?
We stopped mid-sex and both shotgunned a beer then got back to it. Is this what love feels like?
So your telling me I can lick your ass but you CAN'T spend my money
Did we go to Florida? My missing thong and DL just arrived in the mail. Return address was Tampa.
Randomize
