she smelled like a LAN party
I woke up and we were making out. So the good news is that after two years off the market, I haven't lost a step. I'm picking up girls in my sleep now.
Nothing like a little anal leakage to start off Sunday morning. Can't decide if that speaks well of my weekend or not...
She washed lettuce and peppers in the shower and proceeded to make a salad
We made the pizza boy do Jell-o shots with us. He didn't even deliver to our house, we just called him over from the neighbors
I think god is proud of me so he is rewarding me in discounted wine
No, no, we have to calibrate. What is the maximum amount of trouble we can get into without going to jail?
Too much alcohol and too many lesbians. I can officially say I have regrets now. At least that's something.
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
I need a burrito and a hug.
We have a vagina exchange agreement. Neither of us can hook up with any of our own law firm's summer associates. So we have a scout and referral program and invite each other to the other firm's summer events. Criss-cross!! Works every summer.
Drove by a guy getting road head, midday on O Street. That could be us, but you won't let me in your pants when you drive.
You shouldn't play strip poker when you're having a wet fart kind of day.
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
I'd like to thank Vicodin for getting me through family thanksgiving once again.
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