To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
dinner at cheesecake factory: $40. drinks at yard house: $50. having sex in the VG parking lot while people are staring at you awkwardly: priceless. Goodnight.
i just remebered what i did last night, i asked a homeless man on a bike "hey whatcha doin with that bike, wanna make 5 bucks?" he agreed and then rode me on his handle bars a block away to the next bar.
At least with the last gf I made it clear that I wanted to breakup when I pissed on her floor @ 3am as her roommate watched in contempt
he farted when he came. not the best ending to my day.
there is potential here for me to have a consistent access to someone's dick who isn't actually an asshole. i think i'm ready for a relationship.
It's a system.. i get to hook up with them and you get to play words with friends with them afterwards.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
I don't hate him I just hate being present to see him consume 80 dollars worth of alcohol and then try to tip people with left over money on a Walmart gift card
I feel like there should be a database and you screen your boyfriend's scrotum and all the fucked up shit they've done goes on file.
Two drag queens are fighting over me. And yet the night is still getting weirder
Hey my dad gave me life the least I can do is take him chicken strips and a pack of marlboros.
what i'd really like is a nice helping of naked boyfriend with a side of naked boyfriend.
If Denver makes it to the Super Bowl I'll quit drinking. So I'm pretty much stocking up on booze
She fucked my eyebrows.. I've never had that done before.
Wait... Plucked, or Fucked?
Fucked, but I understand your need to clarify
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