I texted him about a book we both like. I was expecting a "ya great book... let's bone" response. It didn't work
FOR A FUCKING 40?! A FUCKING 40?! YOU GAVE THE CAT AWAY FOR BEER?!
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
i just sent him like 8 different sexts and he texted me back about how good the hummus is that i left in his fridge.
I saved him as teletubby in my phone....that can't be a good sign. I'm not answering.
They invented the twister shot game. You put a shot on each circle, take it when you land on it, and if you fall, they funnel the mat and make you drink it. New best friends.
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
Taking shots with an iv of fluids in, because I work tomorrow. That's responsibility. Employee of the month right here.
So I walk in and he's teaching someone in London via Skype how to roll a blunt. I have new found respect for him.
He wanted me to blow him while he did curls and looked at himself in the mirror. Not sure if gay or ego maniac.
A nap. You broke your hand napping in Vegas.
It was easier that asking where the vagina platter is.
With gravity the way it is and your butt clearly being the size of a bus you'd break your hip or something
He told me he was my brother roommate in college after we fucked, but already knew that so I had pretend I didn't know that.. like how I pretended I finished. 2/10
Her hot older sister walked in on us, looked me up and down, then stared straight at her and said "I call sloppy seconds on this one" then left. I'm still debating on how I feel about that.
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