So, I had a dream last night that girls approached guys at the bar and said things like "i would like to pleasure you tonight." No drink buying, no sweet talking or ANYTHING.....it. was. awesome.
he climbed up to our party on the 2nd floor balcony and then pulled a glass mug and a beer from his knapsack. these freshmen are intense
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
We had phone sex and he came in his sink. i will never eat off one of his plates again
so I'm coping with getting the "I'm not over my ex" bomb dropped on me by getting drunk and yelling at people while wearing a purple princess hat
Well yes but because of that incident i now salute to truck drivers
in case you were wondering, even a BJ under a blanket on the back of a bus only lifts a 14-hour bus ride to borderline tolerable.
I just yelled at a bunch of girl scouts for yelling "cookies" to loudly. That hungover
That point of drunk where you're in a bar bathroom and you're like "F*ck you bra! I'm not taking your sh*t anymore! and you take it off and throw it in a trashcan.
you strike me as the kind of person who when they spill something on their lap they take off their pants and eat it anyways. right off the crotch seam.
And regarding bottomless mimosas stopping at 1 pm, there was a chick who drove her car into the back of the bar. Blame that bitch, not you peeing in the koi pond.
Also, I've finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is ok.
That's why my New Years resolution was no more blondes. They're all bad news
I'm really proud of my unchallenged ability to convert boob guys into ass men
He was referring to me as "Teenage Dream" the whole night
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