So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
So.. My internet got red-flagged at work because i did a search on "midigit strippers las vegas" This may be hard to explain...
Is King's over? Or do I still have to say 'On Matt's cock' at the end of every sentence on matt's cock?
Making and watching you take a mixed shot with vodka, chocolate syrup, tobasco sauce, cranberry juice, and sundried tomato juice wasnt the highlite of my night. Hearing you puking from downstairs was.
No he didn't understand the sequence...then I started texting him these texts with vagina strategically spelt correctly in jumbles of letters.
he drunk texted me to give me his number with the message "i gotchu pretty eyeso" i can't tell if he's complimenting me or himself.
I'm supposed to be studying for finals but all I can think about is blowing him on a sea doo this summer
Well. Turns up no one actually knows who that kid was. Came in, said happy fathers day, chilled for a while, then left.
Someone want to explain the bottle of ranch I found in my pants
We made out and he didn't grope me. I liked it. I felt like I was innocent again.
It's so Britney 2007, you know?
Just by hearing the girl outside reciting the info on her fake ID, I know it's gonna be a good night
So you completely disappeared from my memory last night at about my 15th Jager bomb. But only you. No one else.
I probably should have told her I was actually the drunkest one there before she let me pierce her ear
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