Honestly there's alot of things I'm confused about the only thing I know for certain about last night is that I ate pizza
just threw up into the cup of Gatorade I was hoping would settle my stomach. thanks again, alcohol.
I have the Lakers game on, but all I can think about is having sex with you. Not sure what you've done here.
Just opened a bottle with my rape whistle. At least it's finally getting used for something.
Was this before, or after you took my brand new bag of shredded cheese, and "Made it rain"?
Not quite sure what happened last night. I'll drive your dresser over to you later.....
He compliments me like a gay guy and fucks me like a starved nympho. I'm in love.
I'm using toast as a chaser. If I wasn't already so fucked up this would be revolting.
I would have been very attracted to her had she not been reading me my Miranda Rights
I would love a rich wife. Then I would be like a gym teacher or some shit. Bigfoot hunter maybe.
Hiding the dark circles under my eyes this morning was like trying to hide a Beached Whale on the Couch eating Pita chips.
Yes. That was the exact moment of my conscience clicking into instant high alert.
I just had to close my blinds so my neighbors wouldn't see me drinking a beer at 9 am. GO CHIEFS!
i do my most serious thinking while screwing her. ive pondered everything from quantum physics to the life cycle of a badger. if i keep this up ill have a phd in no time.
Go ahead without me. This chick is buying me drinks and just found out her husband is cheating on her. I think I just found the next level of revenge fucking: Scorned Trophy Wife Sex
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