I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
This is clearly one of those "A hole's a hole" situations
Note to self. Never fart in a tanning bed
Yea went to the bars and he called me 2 hours later with random people saying he is at a place that i don't think exists
you told the bartender not to open the bottle because you were gonna put it in your purse in case you get cut off later
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
Woke up with my face in a bowl of cereal. This is tequila's way of saying fuck you.
Dude, they are shaking the RV, yell at them. It feels like i'm being rocked to sleep, I don't like it, I'm not a baby.
So im guessing you dont remember the walk home, where you layed down in the alley and began to sing "threes company too" and when i told you to get up you had the nerve to tell me i was to drunk.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
You is good. You is important. You is a slut.
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
I just went to add a song I had never heard before to my "high as fuck" playlist and it was already there.
The one that slept in my truck and you peed in his face?
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Randomize