I just got back to Nicks and I shoul dnot have drank this much when I have to work at 7AM!!!!!
And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
I need like a "Cookong High for Idiots" book. Or a car.
If you're ever in Seattle we should Fuck. Or get coffee, whatever.
According to the bell hop, we stumbled in about 4 and then cannon balled into the pool.
You didn't know it was a gay bar until the 7th guy rejected you. You were crying because you thought it was just a bad night. No more for you.
I can't talk to her. I know entirely too much about her genitals to hold a conversation without mentioning them.
I'm sorry I drunk dialed you before realizing that you were already in bed with me.
You were on shrooms and "the trees are crazy green!" is all you could manage.
I enjoy it and I rock at it. I wish there were a respectable way to make giving blow jobs a career.
I found our waiter on grindr, gave him my number, and got him to send a dick pic. Still not getting laid but close enough?
Is it against health code to come into work half drunk and commando?
Ok maybe now I get why I'm single I think I just broke a rib pooping
Cat needed to get out last night. Walking to the door was too much effort so I encouraged (pushed) him to leave via window.
Isn't your room on the second floor?
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