sometimes I think that if I just met him. he would have a crazy realization and fall madly in love with me. what do you say? I'm not just another fan.
I put it into a sports analogy for him: there are three teams in the league- friends, fuck buddies, and dating, and the fuck buddies roster is full, pick an alternate team
I told her at least we still had each other. That's when she started crying.
That chick needs a catscan. And fuck it, we're still ordering in a stripper
They'd unbutton the overalls with their lesbian-tongues. It wouldn't even be a problem.
i feel like i am carryihg a baby. a baby made of alcohol.
He made me leave when I challenged "all you bitches" to a game of strip taboo.
you cant ever make fun of my bong's stick on moustache again. its the reason the cop let me keep it and my weed.
He said you stopped mid-fuck, called fives on his dick, walked out to grab another drink, and came back.
I woke up naked on my futon with a blanket half way covering my ass and 20 half eaten chicken wings on my chest... At 7 pm... That kind of day drinking
World Cup Drinking Game: Take a shot every time they call a foul for something we don't understand. Gotta risk it to get the biscuit.
The closest I'll come to committing is leaving sex toys at their house
gin. gin. Gin. GIN GIN GINGINFFdJH
Reading becomes significantly more difficult when people are having crazy loud sex in an adjoining room
I'm so stoned. We're making Josh's sister bake us brownies. She's so small and pixie like. Her brownies make me cry tears of happy.
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