Im am drinking whisky alone in my parents basement. I think I just watched the point of no return stroll by.
okay so using the row boat as a giant snow sled probably wasn't the best idea.
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
btw, i had a dream i drank 260-proof vodka last night. thank god that doesn't exist in real life.
I knew she could be a good mother by the way she craddled three 40oz's.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
I'm home and safer than post-menopausal sex; you're welcome for the image. And yes, I did just use a semi-colon hammered.
He just kept yelling "body massage machine go" at random intervals throughout the night
just watched the video of me leading you with a trail of french fries.
The pride tent is doing free lube tastings. There is also a mechanical bull.
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
Guess I'll put him on my to-do list too. But closer to the bottom since we dated before. That's almost unethical.
How long can I keep it classy to hook up in my old office building? Two more years? Does it get weird after 30?
he was like captain planet, but less blue and more nakeed
COKE WAS NOT ON THE ITINERARY FOR TONIGHT.
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