I put it into a sports analogy for him: there are three teams in the league- friends, fuck buddies, and dating, and the fuck buddies roster is full, pick an alternate team
we just ordered 30 dollars worth of french fries...whats wrong with us?
Sorry for scaring your son with my drunken animal impressions
But besides the pee thing, he sounds like a nice guy.
I blacked out at the bar, and blcked in getting a handjob on a roller coaster. Sober me is jealous of drunk me.
you are my patron saint of "too drunk for 9am". i just keep asking myself what would alyssa do as i try to regain motor function
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
we've had our differences but let's set them aside, go home and fuck
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
I'm really stoned in my underwear. I probably won't make it to the bar.
We decided this year instead of not participating in Halloween at all we are going to hand out free beers to the parents.
What I do when I'm blackout drunk is none of my business.
Just had sex in the darkroom, while a class was going on ten feet away. I finally have a good sex story.
After last night, I think I need a service animal to monitor the life choices I make when I'm inebriated. A monkey, or a clever dog. Or a really assertive parrot.
This really high kid past out in the corner of the room holding a box of cheez its in his arm. My idol.
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