this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
just had sex in his gielfriend's bed, and puked all over it. i need to get out of here.
I think when she wakes up, she'll either kill me, or laugh. I hope she laughs.
Her divorce is going to cut into the amount of time we spend fucking.
I'm in awe of how selfish that is.
He passed out on the floor and you kept hitting him in the dick and screaming "hammer of justice".
i swear, about 40% of my drunken life is spent having sex with him.
scarred for life. way too high and witnessed some chick give a dude head on the dance floor
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
I feel like an ass. I'm not blacking out ever again. I want to clean your feet for a year. Just like Jesus did.
It's just one of those nights that , as long as you have the drugs, everything is going to be alright.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
So tomorrow I have my performance review with my boss who I banged. When I go in should I ask if this review will be rating my sex or work performance?
It's like we're in an emotionally distant three-way and there's not even sex to show for it.
I really regret not asking “like a cupcake” when you asked me to eat your ass
well tomorrow I get to eat fungus and go to an abandoned city.
most people would fear that statement, but i wish to join you
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