I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
She has a concussion we think. Dancing to barbie girl.
just took a shot of real whiskey... i forgot what it's like to drink liquor that costs more than twelve dollars.
in hindsight, the duct tape banana hammock was a bad idea.
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
Walk of shaming dressed as a zombie hunter. This hangover feels like the actual apocalypse.
I CAN FEEL MY HEART BEATING MY WHOLE BODY
He has an accent when he types. I can *hear* the schnitzel. Especially when he's drunk.
I was Jaeger weird. I was rolling on the floor pretending to be an Olympic gymnast and my name was Gina
Well. Now I feel like I put pants on for nothing.
I'm like 89% sure I could get him to buy me a car in exchange for a half-assed handy.
How likely is it that we can see each other tomorrow night? I want to shave my legs in good faith but it's cold outside and my bathroom is drafty.
Is talking to an iron man poster a good or bad indicator that you've been drinking too much?
Cat needed to get out last night. Walking to the door was too much effort so I encouraged (pushed) him to leave via window.
Isn't your room on the second floor?
i think if a sober person was watching us they would have not thought we were witty
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