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...
not only are you not the girl i fell in love with, but from the looks of it, you ate her
the crunchwrap supreme is the def leppard of the taco bell menu
which is why it's clearly superior
the ice cream truck is coming omgomg
dude, it's 2 am.
but its COMING
apparently it was the return of drunk burrito sex.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
She's popping painkillers like they're tic tacs and singing the soundtrack to dreamgirls. It's you're turn to babysit her.
Its everclear night, yall need carbs in your body!
Sorry about the whole your mom seeing my face up your ass situation
Who knew I could feel anymore shameful at the bar than i usually do...I think my bartender recognizes me from the walk of shame out of his house after i hooked up with his son yesterday
I'm not in it for just the sex. If I wanted mediocre dick once a week I would have stayed with one of my exes.
You know you have a problem when your man yells at you that his penis is not your personal play toy.
Dude it's 6 am and you just invited me to a hotel with a shit ton of coke. Best morning ever
I finally realized he drank way too much when he tried serenading me to the song "come my lady" while slowly and creepily making his way toward me...keeping constant eye contact.
I'm going to use this quarantine time to improve my blowjob skills.
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