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...
im in class. still drunk. wearing one sock. eating a breakfast sandwich and trying to make sure this bottle of whiskey doesnt fall out of my purse in front of my professor
Apparently in gay bars the restroom signs are just a formality. Its a free for all in there
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
I always give him head in random places, it's a guessing game for his cock.
i had a long naked conversation with the cop on why is everything fun illegal
BGSU move in weekend. Just passed a house w a beer pong table set up, ppl already playing, girls holding signs that say "son drop off". It's 10:30 am.
I think that's why god made me a woman. Bc it's harder to slap people in the face with a vagina.
You were fine, but your knee injury definitely came from interpretive dancing like a gay fairy with lead wings all around the Mission St BART. Everyone thought you were on drugs.
He asked me if I remembered touching his police badge. awk.
Smoking a bowl and ordering Dominos, you want in on either, both, or none?
Like, when both of your dads are drag queens you're bound to have some amazing Halloween makeup
I accidentally brought up how there used to be a big tree in his yard, which I could only have known if I had been Google mapping his house.
You know when your cat drags a dead bird into the the house as a present and drops it at your feet looking all pleased because it thinks you'll be pleased? That's what sex with him was like.
Those brownies did us in. I honestly blacked out completely.
What brownies? Ohmygod.
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