Hot guy, man whore rep, huge crush, alcohol that will fuck you up. I fail to see how this could go wrong
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
9 am. shotgunning while conditioning my hair. i love college football season.
Im sitting next to shitfaced santa at the cuse game. My plan to be on television is now flawless
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
I'm trying not to drink. I may fall down if I move. This is bad. I had everclear before the bar. Oh no. Oh no. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
He's only going to be gone for two weeks
That's two months in gay whore years.
first time i ever mailed panties back to a fuck buddy. what better of a way to say its over
I'd apply for another job, but "staring out windows crying" is not a hot qualification right now.
But it's ok cause then I turned my tequila blanket into a tequila comforter and I felt no pain
I think the blind guy i flirt with on a regular basis is starting to realize he's old enough to be my father. I can't tell if he's into it or not.
I just realized I have a habit of pre gaming for therapy visits. Problem?
We'll discuss it when you get here
Just rode a bull topless for a free bar tap for a month
All I can taste is Pickle Juice and Cocaine.
I just punched myself in the vagina to prove a point. Please pray for me.
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