White coat. Heels.
Motorboating on a tuesday night. not too shabby....
It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
All I know is it had something to do with a plunger and tuna salad. I'm done. I'm quitting my job.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
you refused to leave the drive-thru at mcdonalds until the cashier took a jello shot
Girls night always turns into let's seperate and get laid night.
She texted her brother about how much she loved his hot tub. He responded three days later that he wasn't aware he owned a hot tub.
My liver is crying. And I feel like I got fingered by Edward Scissorhands. While he was wearing brass knuckles
I'm hungry
Come here to eat and play. It'll be like Dave and Busters except with sex
you can only text me tonight if its in drake lyrics. thats the rule
No more house parties. We're almost fucking 30 years old and I slept until 6 pm.
The chances of me making out with someone next weekend are about the same as me not remembering it.
If we're going to communicate going forward, you'll need to be versed in Gillian Anderson.
It was a successful conference for my sales and my sex life. Those are probably related
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