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...
When you only buy popcorn and condoms at the grocery store they know whats up.
Tittie bar + Mother In law gone = mission accomplished.
Also, turning on the light this morning was a 3 step process. Way too hungover.
I told him I'd go cook him breakfast, but ended up passing out on the kitchen floor in the fetal position spooning the dog
I have to finish a biography for history and write a review on it so naturally I was like "getting high will make this more bearable" and now I'm basically inside the book at the revolutionary war with this guy.
He showed me a picture of his baby hamsters and I called them "Mammal McNuggets"
Of course I have to cross through a walk for hunger
They are doing the auction. One of the items in the auction is a grenade launcher.
I'm disgusted with myself. I feel like I need 10 boxes of Summer's Eve and a baptism.
Well waking up naked, covered in Chex mix is not how I planned to start my Wednesday if that's what you're getting at.
March Madness means a buffet of emotionally vulnerable dick at the bars almost every night. So yeah my vagina and I are big fans.
He slept outside in his hammock, and then took a lawn chair with him in the shower because he was too drunk to stand up.
I just remembered I casually gave you a tour of the house after we boned...lol
I wasn’t trying, but work got a lot easier and more fun once he starred flirting with me and looking at my ass
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