Hes still not moving. At what point does 'hungover' become 'hospital-time?'
I just want to go some place where I can have a nice night. Grind on men who speak no English, make out with a girl, and not feel judged.
After he came inside me, he made us hold hands and pray that I wasn't pregnant.
And I'm ok with his balls touching my ass
I will start puting down the plastic for the vom in our love chamber. If you want to be something or someone else for the night feel free. The theme is shit show.
I'm there.
And dont forget my 23rd birthday where with no underwear i crawled through the cage of the police car. Dont get drunk be fore you get drunk.
fact: I now appreciate my drunken winter self even more. I just found $20 in my winter coat with a note that says keep yourself warm next winter. I am awesome.
Your rough animalistic sex sounds are disrupting my cocktail hour
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
i was asked to be gay of honor by three different girls and NONE of the groomsmen at any of the weddings is open to experimenting. i mean whats the point then.
I have got to move on from this "sleeping with every drug dealer I meet" phase.
i can eat my weight in tater tots. don't test me, bitch
How drunk are you?
Completed.
He has a bear rug in his room. I'm going to ask if we can have sex on it. Wilderness sex.
sometimes i forget what nice tits i have and then i spend a month brushing my teeth naked in the front of the bathroom mirror, and i remember.
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