Just got roadhead in a driving snowstorm. That shit should be a Winter X games event.
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
I don't even want to talk about it, I'm traumatized. Even the dog knew to take advantage of the most intoxicated girl at the party...
Girls night always turns into let's seperate and get laid night.
He just referred to himself as a sharp shooter. I had sex with that.
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
There is a bottle of ciroc waiting graciously on my breakfast table. It's almost a sign for me to live up to my Russian blood.
Have you seen Dave? He's not on top of the bar anymore but I found his shirt.
Side note... I would pay good money to have witnessed the reaction of onlookers as I sprinted down Armtiage with a 15 lb bag of peanuts under my arm
I'VE CAME 4 TIMES TODAY. I AM AS DRY AS THE SAHARA, STOP YOUR WHINING.
yeah im watching him make his speech now. cant take him seriously tho. hes talking about funding for education and all i can think about is how ive seen what he looks like wearing womens underwear...
If blow jobs were a super power she'd be in the Justice League.
I think "we've never met sober" is a great relationship to have with someone
He fucked me in his tour van, I feel like an official groupie.... Except I don't even listen to his band.
Are we at that level of friendship where we can share slutty stories and not hold it against the other person at a later date ?
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