Firetruck pulls up, fireman jumps out n knocks on my door, asks "do you know where Johnny lives?"
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
let's skip the party, and just play drunken wii, again. its time to give my vag a break.
Somewhere between the 2 hours of sex and her urgently rushing to work she manged to steal all $329.33 in my jeans. Worst one night stand ever, she even took the pennies.
she fell through a window trying to flash someone
I ended up on the roof were calling it a tie
I've been alternating between telling people I was mauled by a bear or hit by a car to explain the massive unexplainable bruise on my leg. Slightly more worried now that the car idea is believable.
This milkshake tastes better than sex. Priorities, I have them.
Well there is another shower in Nov. So I have three months to figure out how to get some drunk space fucking. May need some of your mead
Then you better bring Starbucks and a box of condoms in the morning.
Oh shit. This is getting real.
I'm calling in my "fuck at anytime anywhere" card. Meet me at my place in 20 min, wear your Waldo costume.
Apparently he walked into the room and started yelling at some huge hairy dude to get out of my room. Except it wasn't my room... Because he was on the fourth floor.
She answered the door wearing a basket, said it was the only clean thing she had.
This is either the best idea i've ever had or the worst. stay tuned.
We did blind alcohol taste testing and she got 10 of 10. I'm in love.
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