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...
somebody snuck up and got me drunk
just a forewarning-if you come home and hang out with your stupid girlfriend the entire time that you are here/fail to get wasted with us i will wish either death upon you or that you truly do turn gay when you return to the navy.
I bet i've been more pregnant than you.
you were the other women for BOTH people in the relationship?
Theres a picture of me with cut up clothes rolling in the policeman's lawn, I missed you, summer.
Learned my lesson. Pink pantydroppers out of a beer bong=deceiving
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
You know how girls with huge tits have back problems? Do you get knee problems or something?
I should start wearing my Batman shirt more often when I drink. Good things happen. All sorts of shit.
What the hell do you have that is more important than a GIANT WATER SLIDE?
We were mid fuck, and he did a Kermit the Frog impression. Is it weird that I was strangely turned on?
Oh no. Did you guys fuck on my pull out couch?
Well he waved at me as he was leaving so he def noticed the staring, and by staring i mean blatant eye fucking from across the bar..
That butt dial turned into a booty call.
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