I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
he thanks me after handjobs.
you found the perfect man.
I feel like I have streams of color and coldness wrapping around my body.
at one point he was caressing me in the kitchen asking me my name over and over again and then asking what my favorite continent was
booty call hours are between 1:30-3:00 AM thurs-sat with the exception of major drinking holidays and election days. please try again
You told them that the brownies were safe, and then pointed to a passed out Ryan and said "see?"
He was all like, "I think ur the one that got away and I miss you." I replied, "I gave u a hand job once in your hot tub. No need to wax nostalgic about it."
I cannot start working out. If I start to look better, I'll ruin ugly women's chances forever. So, really...I'm doing them a favor...think about it.
After you tried speaking to him in whale you asked if you could see his "blow hole." That's how bad it was.
It's after midnight. I didn't find the answer to my problem, but I did find the bottom of a bottle of vodka, so... there's that.
Pre-chapter meeting quote: "Why is there a bun literally taped to the shelf? That doesn't even make sense when you're drunk, who does that?"
it's ok, no one ever died fom being sticky.
i've gotta research that and get back to you.
Walking into class right now and I swear to god I smoked down the substitute teacher we have at a party I went to last week
Omg I literally just wanna sleep with you right now. Like actual sleep. Not sex. Well maybe. But sleep first
I'm pretty sure she tried to draw a self portrait out of her vomit. Then you tried to help, but passed out in the vomit.
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