I'm pretty sure that he just gave me the ginger disease
worst morning ever. completed my walk of shame home to find my parents, grandma, and priest had come down to surprise me on my birthday. now i'm in the car with them to go get my car from the bar.
We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
I want to spend time with you, and by time, I mean real time. Not your dick in my mouth time.
noo you weren't that drunk. you just knocked the grill over and couldn't get the key in the door, so you climbed through the window. success.
Her mom caught her drunk streaking when she was 12. Of course she's perfect for me.
I found bruises on my neck from barfing out the window.
FYI the landlord called, said we need to clean the puke off the side of the house...was someone on the roof lastnight??
Jenny was looking for something soft to drink since it's only noon, she chose spiced rum. Think she might die today
I don't want to have to force feed him my vagina!!
Exactly. So you're exempt under the "I can't just fuck her to make it go away" clause of 2010.
In case you're keeping score at home, this is Brad's SECOND Doritos-related trip to the ER.
Me saying I wish i was a better person + me pretending I don't want to fuck on my period = me lying
He kept saying "Welcome to Indianapolis" over and over while we were having sex...because that's his hometown. I was scared and confused... I didn't know if I should have said thank you or what.
we are currently pregaming for our walk to the liquor store.
step one: admitting you have a problem. complete.
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