So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
Hangovers were designed by God when he decided that so far he had taken it WAY TOO EASY on me.
i just called. the lady was really nice. something tells me my schools clinic gets a lot of calls about chlamydia
then he asked me if i wanted to "handle his wingman"
Please tell me I did not ask the bartender how big his dick was.
I am broke enough to accept it. If I get poisoned, you can have my shoes
Congratulations, I drank so much for your birthday that I'm shitting blood.
Is there a reason there's a dick print on my seventh-story window?
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
Dammit now I'm pissed. Its like I am torn between two worlds. A world of girls, and a world of people punching other people in the head. Both are just so beautiful.
Dinner was cheetos vodka and whiskey. This is what happens when even your booty call breaks up with you.
I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.
He just used the word frick. Is that a possible red flag?
He said it only counts if it ends up on the internet
Thank you for always being there for me.
Sorry wrong derek... Do u have any weed?
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