we turned dreidel into a drinking game. i kept landing on gimel. im glad we have 7 more nights of this
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
i think the bruises are from the grocery store. on separate occasions. i've been spending a lot of time drunk at the market lately.
i have a vague recollection of being in the parking deck around 4 this morning, and on monday morning i was naked on the roof.
that would mean it's on tape
I opened a jar of Ragu so I could use it as a cup. You tell me how it's going.
I don't want to talk about her cat for two hours only to dry hump till I'm blistered. Not worth it.
All he wants to do is masturbate while I sit there with my big toe up his ass that is not even the worst part of it.
This is me reassuring you that I'm still alive and making sure you still are.
dude i woke up sitting indian style with my face on the ground and my hand in a bucket of ice.
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
But I made it seem like I wasn't hungover at work, so that's a plus.
Well, he didn't buy me a birthday present but he sure did give me chlamydia so there's that.
Do u think the bouncer will let me in with a giant stuffed snake?
because he's a firefighter, wouldn't sleeping with him be like saying thank you to the community?
i dont know how or why im in the gym right now, but theres a hot cop, a guy i hook up with, and his hot friend. this can only lead to every fantasy i ever had.
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