I hate you but I'm not in hate with you
So it's like pop-o-matic trouble, but with penises
Tip #47, don't trim the bush when you have the shakes!
I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
You kept spitting the skittles out cause you said they tasted like "balls of sandpaper"
It took 5 minutes to find my bra.. in his car.
So far we've hooked up on a pool table, on a public bathroom counter and now in a little league baseball dugout. We haven't even made to a house yet.
I'm Still in a robe trying to piece together 3-7am I'll be there in a few
The investigator asked if we were sharing a pitcher of margaritas. I corrected him and explained that we each had our own.
All I really remember is thinking that the music looked like beautiful lizard waves in my head
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
I can't help you right now because I'm shaving my feet...like a lady.
And they're not making a turkey. My cousin was "hoping to shoot a bird this week"
Well I'm nervous now about the consequences of letting you loose
It's a big decision, I respect that you need to think about it.
So I lost my dignity between the strip club and your penis...
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