hey its robert, we just made out in the backyeard. i'm inside now and you should come to the bathroom and meet me.
what if the hokey pokey really is what its all about?
I woke up with a crunchy, pink Pepto streak through my hair, no recollection of the last 6 hours of my night and the feeling that all the hotel's staff knew me on a first name basis.
she insisted that i refer to her boobs by name.
We're doing a case race on Saturday.
I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism"
Then he told me he was proud of me for remembering that i blew him that night.. Maybe my drinking is getting out of hand.
Was it high me or sober me who put those Jolly Rancher sticks in the freezer? I'd be soooo impressed if it was high me.
I have one of those hangovers where you visualize how awesome it would be to climb in your fridge and drink glacier water
Still butthurt there's a framed picture of me passed out on the toilet in my grandparents' living room
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
I woke up with a dread of barbecue sauce in my hair. Drunk munchies makes me a disgusting person.
I'm pretty sure i doubled the number of dicks I've ever touched, last night.
woke up. showered n got ready. had sex. and was still 15 minutes early to work... its gonna be a good day!
What the fuck were you guys talking about?
Lube wrestling.
Oh, makes sense.
At some point you said you just wanted to get laid, so we had a moment of silence for your dead sex life...
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