Ok I can't be your drugdealer AND booty call AND friend. It just doesn't work that way
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
the moment we started interpretive dancing last night wouldve been a good time to stop drinking.
Waking up in a pool chair wrapped in toilet paper is not what I planned when I agreed to movie night
In all fairness I did warn the guy I just spray tanned before we had sex so I hold no responsibility for the bronzer all over his sheets
I was taking a bath and he burst in, sat down and started taking a shit. RIGHT BESIDE ME. My lack of privacy astounds me.
I had to photo shop your nipple piercings. that was extremely awkward.
i don't think they understood the house was collapsing. they kept dancing and jumping and asking for more cups.
Ah, but I don't wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
Sorry this is the worst night of your life and that you're being a baby about it.
i found you laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and you kept muttering "why" in various inflections.
i just wanna know who wrote "dibbz" on my ass?
Ok. After that I think I'm going to drag queen jello wrestling if you would care to join.
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