long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
It's always a surprise to see what songs I shazamed and downloaded last night while we were drunk at the bar.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
I have now added draft and wells specials that different bars have to my blackberry calendar.. Help me.
She made a roadhead CD. Can I marry her?
You will go out on a boat of flames filled with honor, sarcasm, and assholery, let me assure you.
U know when u get really drunk and u don't think anyone can see what your doing? If I'm that drunk the possibilities are endless
Did you hear about Miss Teen Delaware? From the snippet they played on the radio, I knew exactly what porn company it was from. Maybe I should cut back
I've found my soulmate with the cardboard Dos Equis man.
As much of a hooker as I am you don't slam where you drink
Look, all I'm looking for is a good time and someone whose chest I can bury my face in
I just don't understand why we can't have sex in the house. I'll come see you but I'll have to think about the barn thing.
So you completely disappeared from my memory last night at about my 15th Jager bomb. But only you. No one else.
Drunk me says 72 hours of Mexican Viagra and room service.Sober me says we stopped being lovers for a reason after the last lost weekend.
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