so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
there's no food at this bar, but i'm pretty sure vodka is made of wheat so i'm basically drinking bread.
he matches the description of mystery hookup #2, 4, and 7
If you're going to outback I'll have to decline, I've slept with a large enough portion of their staff already.
check off brunette on the list of girls tht hit me with there cars and then fucked me later
The bad decision stars are too close to aligning to risk this tonight.
I know and I love you for your valets putting your thong on your seat
And have you ever tried to explain a hickey to your own grandmother?
I should be rewarded with oreos for not turning into a raging cunt.
Nothing says you made great Saturday night choices like someone's dick that you don't remember, poking you in the ass Sunday morning.
It was a good hour of moans, penis compliments, smacks, and what sounded like someone running in flip flops
It was great. He never spoke.
That's not why it was great, just that's all I remember.
i just watched a 27 minute video about owls...that high.
Just because your drunk doesn't mean you can stick your dick in the snow. Just a FYI
I have a hunchback of notre dame journal from when I was 6 wherein sits a diary entry that reads "saw liar liar today. Carrey's best yet" and that's all.
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