So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
I don't think he realizes it but he was stroking the faucet while he was talking to me.
I ended up taking shots of whiskey and chasing them with potato wedges, I have never felt more Irish
Hello you've reached the get a clue corp. Our business hours are from take a hint to figure it out, eastern standard time. If you prefer to leave a message, don't, call back when you're not crazy, fat, and annoying.
I feel more comfortable going down on her then actually kissing her.
Yes stubble LOOKS hot but factor in his shitty bj skills and I might as well have jacked off with apricot scrub
Sounds like it could have been the night you pulled out your love stump at the strip club.
i'm calling it my monica lewinsky shirt now. may it live forever in infamy.
I just dumped bong water and Bacardi out of my purse into the trash can. Everything in my purse is soaked. I hate Sundays.
It's Been clinically proven that people who have sex 6 or more times per week are happier than those who don't. Just and FYI. For your mental health. From a soon so be psychologist. Who is drunk.
All i remember his him yelling yahtzee while pouring beer down her shirt .
So there I was, eye fucking the waiter and I spilled beer all down my boobs
I'll keep supplying drugs if you teach me piano.
You kept licking my face. You said you were making sure I was real.
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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