best part, i was ridiculous and none of them were judging me bc they didn't want my vagina. it was like i was a pretty painting
I tried to explain to him that we just wanted a stereotypical black friend to be in our group. He didn't take it too well... Never take me to the bar again.
i think he drugged the pie. i'll get back to you on that later.
now that we've slept with the entire soccer team i think its time to expand the horizon.
Just make sure my intervention has a theme...
So apparently I threw a potted plant at a clown last night and told him to get his life together.
It's like a toaster oven for my penis
the bar didnt serve shots so jim ordered us jaeger neat. it worked.
I'm not gonna lie. The only reason I haven't drank a whole bottle of crown tonight is because we only had 3/4 of a bottle left.
If our sexual relationship was relative to the Harry Potter series, I would have claimed the Wizard's Cup at least ten times.
First time for everything: started posting a Facebook comment, decided I'm not quite sober enough. Progress.
The Australian strangers convinced me to leave him behind when they started chanting Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oy Oy Oy, and told me they had a bunch of beer at their place.
He's finally divorcing her, so naturally he tells me that we're not exclusive anymore. His penis 'wants what it wants' apparently.
I climbed to the top of a stripper pole and touched the ceiling. Accomplishment?
She was blowing air into green onions and tying knots in them to make "balloons"
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