The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
Just got my econometrics book in the mail and started flipping through it. Our Thursday parties may turn into u convincing me not to kill myself.
At least you weren't that one girl in the bar that was letting everyone draw on her in sharpie. Worst decision I've ever witnessed.
I use him for alcohol and he uses me for sex. This is the closest thing to love i could imagine
He is passed out on the kitchen floor. He will fight you if you disturb him. Just a warning.
We're at that point in our relationship where sweatpants sex has become acceptable...
The last thing I remember was talking about the economic viability of cock ring manufacturing... we had some good ideas
her best friend is in town and she told me that they used to fool around when they were drunk and I'd have to "help keep that from happening"
you motherfucker
She said "oh yeah" like Hulk Hogan with the muscle flex and everything. Totally digging this chick
She just causally held my limp dick in her hand the entire movie. Her parents were cuddling on the couch too..that brave!
It's fun yes. But hard on the body. I woke up with her purse, socks and one of her shoes in my room. The other shoe was outside. What the fuck were we doing last night?
My left boob kept making random appearances last night.
If pulling your dick out counts as a hobby that is his.
Well we found Mark's missing underwear. They're pinned up on Mike's trophy wall.
What do you mean relationship? He paid for my tires and I gave him a blow job.
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