I figured it out. hungover me hates drunk me, drunk me hates sober me, and sober me hates being sober. so yes, were blacking out tonight.
I don't know if it was the room or her, but as soon as the pants came off, it smelt like a locker room and old man farts.
I feel I need to conquer him. He's six ft eight and 265lbs. Its like the mount Everest of sex.
We decided to have a girls night of four lokos, three of us cried and the other puked
we took shots then she made me eat a dill pickle with cream cheese wrapped in a piece of turkey.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
casually drinking alone with your cats. do they like sparks?
Did not foresee holding down food at work today to be a struggle today
2012 needs to end already. I've exceeded my quota for People Who Have Accidentally Seen My Tits.
He didn't even realize I was drunk. He probably just thought I loved Torchwood so much that I no longer knew how to use my thumbs
I think about him when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love
I just dominated some guy while wearing your moms thong
We went from him going down on me to swapping baby pictures of our moms.
My liver can't handle being unemployed!
Is it a bad thing when vodka doesn't taste like vodka anymore?
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