The walk of shame is slightly more complicated when you wake up in the wrong country...
Im about to shotgun a beer using my mother's knitting needles. home sweet home.
Please tell me I did not ask the bartender how big his dick was.
He only dropped the Russian accent after we started having sex.
I got shot at today. If that doesn't get me at least a blow job I give up working on the south side
I will pee on everything he values.
I vaguely remember Matt shouting something about "GET ON MY LEVEL!" at the bartender before he attempted to order a case of tequila from him.
The bartender charged us for drinks. Life is different.
That hot guy i showed you guessed my exact bra size. I want to have his tan babies.
I woke up at 4am on the floor covered in olive oil and fire extinguisher powder but all I wanted to know was where the rest of my booze was at.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
I went to watch porn and there's already 3 Santa videos. Happy November 1st.
It's just a friend who is recently single and I'm going to heal his broken heart with my vagina
Drunk within and hour of coming home from work, merry christmas bitch
My feet surprised me
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