To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I'm so drunk that I ordered a root beer at the bar. Whoops?
I wish i could convert my hornyness to productiveness. I would have written a fucking book by now.
You weren't lying about those ceramics students giving the best hand jobs.
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
THIS IS THE EMERGENCY BOOZE SYSTEM. I AM EN ROUTE TO DEWITT WITH A FIFTH OF TEQUILA. THIS IS NOT A TEST
he calls himself the gay cupid because he matches two guys looking to hookup on craigstlist with each other. get me out of here. please.
I feel like I was dropped out of a helicopter. Through the propeller.
YOU DRINK NOW BECAUSE YOU ARE A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DOESN'T NEED A DRINKING PARTNER
I come from a long history of big boobed German, Swedish, and Irish women. And then there's me. Mother nature was like "Naaaaaaah."
I can only get day drunk because of my medicine now, so... There's that
Well my summer has already been productive. I partially caused a divorce.
She said her name is "Goose" and regardless of her being a lesbian, sometimes she just "needs a good dick"
Like if Ohio doesn't think I can get smashed on wine I will gladly prove them wrong
You’re not his type
I’ve got blonde hair and great tits. I’m every man’s type
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