I think getting shot is the thing to do in Brooklyn
so thats when we found her crawling hands and knees up first street singing hold me closer tony danza as loud as she could
did she say where she was going
apparently she thought she was on morton hill and was trying to go back to the bars
I want to say that being forced to stare at the 'no.1 boyfriend' collage behind his head ruined the sex but it just didn't.
we are playing family charades. my sister pointed at me. everyone guessed alcoholic.
I was really stoned haha. I had sex with her while I cooked scrambled eggs.
Last thing I remember was wondering why there was a mirror on the wall behind the urinal and then realizing I was pissing in the sink.
I know. It's cray. Crayon. Crayolaaaaa.
The sad thing was my husband told her its ok to make out with me. Bar Tuesdays will live on regardless.
This weekend I forgot a cup, so I drank my wine out of a Pringles can. So classy. You would have been so proud.
I think we need to stage a munchie intervention for Ben. I just watched him use a tortilla as a potholder to dump water out of his ramen.
It was like being run over by an orgasm freight train.
I just want an early 40-something dude who is vaguely unencumbered, professionally driven and wants to put me in a ball gag.
i feel like doing his laundry was not included in the job description when we became fuck buddies.
Just flash them and yell "JUDGE THESE BITCHES"
You asked me how red your eyes were... they were shut.
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