It's like a parade of train wrecks.
you kept screaming i cant feel my vagina, it kinda killed the mood.
You were waisted for 48 hours and the only 3 words you said were yup, sure, and michigan
she blew me in the men's room in the restaurant. it was a french bistro, so it was okay
I just threw up blood. Also i just remembered i got hit in the face with a 2 by 4.
It's 10AM, she's drunk blaring veggie tales and I have a paper to write you've got to be fucking kidding me
Well it's been 24 hours and I still feel like a mammoth sat on my balls
I hate it when fuck holes buy me drinks at the bar. You don't know my order. You don't know me. You don't know where I've been. You don't know my life.
So I got lost trying to find you guys and ended up proposing to a bride in a bachelorette party with a condom.
i need to stop meeting underage girls and letting them into the bar. i mean yea its a surefire way to get laid without having to tell them I'm 26 but i feel like as a bouncer I'm focusing on all the wrong things
All I know, is I had green sex and beer and got driven home. That's it.
It feels like the devil is humping my brain with his razor sharp erection.
I wanna say I regret bonging a beer while having sex with Mike, but it helped me get thru it.
Also day 6: dick is healed and ready to go back to work.
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