So i wrote 'don't sex me' on my stomach, so that if we got to a point where my shirt is off - he would know how i really feel, not just the alcohol talking
how did that work out?
Well, all the water washed it off, so we ended up fucking since i didn't have my reminder...
just had to re-breakup with her. it was like shooting a dead horse that was crying and talking.
Sounds like sex on a twister board.
An idea that is both hilarious and intriguing...
if drunk means calling me and asking to borrow the game of life at 2am then I think you were drunk
you were telling us about the time you had sex in an alley and he stopped, looked up and said 'it was a cul-de-sac' and went right back to what he was doing.
Because I was drunk or stoned for 4 days. I either made terrible decisions or none at all.
We also had a full on debate about how realistic and useful teleportation and time travel would be...and only used Twilight Zone episodes as "scientific evidence"
So as a result of a tragic manscaping accident I've had to shave all the hair off of my legs. The result is... not great
And then I fed you egg rolls in bed as you were screaming I'm moving out
My phone just said I texted someone at 430a and said let's fight. Then I texted them an hour later and said thanks.
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
As a member of the kink community, I feel grossly misrepresented
So I FINALLY get to start out a story, "So there I was, naked except for a toboggan hat and handcuffs..."
The cl.oudds are foaming a really big pen.Is OMG.
My theory is if i keep drinking, evolution will kick in and I will grow a bigger, faster, and more improved liver by January.
Randomize
