real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
I told him I'd give him a BJ if he admited Hanson was good.
apparently it was the return of drunk burrito sex.
well considering we left the bathroom with the mirror off the wall, a bloody nose, and clothes all messed up they assume im just a coke whore now..
It's only 11:30 and she's already making friends with the homeless...
The best part is when you puked in your slurpree and the 7 eleven guy still made you pay for it
We're playing fucking games. GAMES. THIS IS BULL SHIT. IM GOING TO THROW UP ON THE BABIES AND LEAVE.
She said I told her "I'm to drunk to take your bra off." then she said I walked out completely naked to go watch tv.
I was barred out and drunk as fuck locked out at 3am in my Indian costume. It was literally freezing outside. I laid down on the concrete and made a bonfire with dry leaves. Then proceeded to ask.the.bonfire nicely to "please dont go out". Drunk me went strait up survival mode.
He looked like he was trying to woo a lady version of himself by playing goblin music on his guitar.
Serious question: when you had my right nipple in your mouth, did my nipple ring have both of the balls on it, or was it missing one. Current situation: missing one.
I'm gonna take a nap by the fireplace and pretend like I know what day it is.
His cat just sat there and simultaneously bobbed his head up and down while I blew him
Omg the sex was so good my ears popped. Thank god too. Cause then I didn't have to hear him going on and on about his dumbass feelings. It's called a booty call bitch.
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