uhhh i just had a guy tell me he's seen more jam bands and done more drugs than i could err imagine. what a turn on.
so after all day drinking, we went to an all u can eat crab place and i was going from table to table surveying the crowd if they though the crab i was carrying around looked like the flying dog from never ending story...what the hell is wrong with me?
I left my toothbrush at her house. This is getting way too serious for me.
Because the last time i saw or spoke to him he came all over me in a hammock.
It's not that drunk me is smarter; it's that sober me is secretly playing for the other team.
Even the paramedic said "what a way to kill a party"
I can't find the keys to get out of my front door, there are random socks in my bicycle basket and I can see a plastic handle of cheap vodka sitting on my porch. oh, and my head just broke u with me.
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
I feel as if we moved beyond the hook up stage when she blew me as I drunkenly finished my chicken nuggets.
I'd like to believe that in some alternate universe we are living this wonderful lesbian life together..
Ya. My thumbs are those buffalo's, but my legs are spirits and my torso is that Indian guys and my head is the eagle
All I remember is sitting on your kitchen floor and playing with a banana like it was a viking ship.
I had my room mate call my phone after last night and it was in an uncooked quesadilla
do you think there's enough of the fabric you gave me to make a crop top for a cat?
You call it sex. I call it penis conditioning.
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