Going to eat lunch. Bunch of people in church clothes, and we are hungover, wearing pajamas, and in real danger of puking on the floor. We're about to destroy the ambience of this joint.
I promise you I could read that dogs mind, he was arguing with the other dog saying he knows how fucked up I am
NEW RULE: NO INNAPROPRIATE CHOICES THAT INVOLVE GUNS. I LIKE IT. WRITE THAT DOWN.
Are you asking me on a date where we get shithoused and do some fingerpainting?
thanks for the bloody nose. you probably dont remember, i'm not mad.. only because your boobs are to blame
the question is "speedos?" and the answer is "yes".
I've woke up in his bed 4 out of the past 6 mornings. I feel like this might be the time to learn more about him then his first name and what kind of beer he drinks.
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
One last thing: he lists glow sticks and tacos as things he can't live without. How would we not be friends??
I don't like how my gyno is telling me how to live my life.
Apparently 24 hr fitness frowns upon the ingestion of psychedelics on its premises, don't see that in the sign up contract.
woke up and you werent here...its ok if we're never going to speak again but my furry hand cuffs are missing and i would like them back. thanks.
He has a penis. Therefore, he counts.
If I don't get alcohol poisoning from tonight I don't think i ever will.
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