His text read: Sex? I replied: Not drunk enough. He bought 4 more rounds and tantalized me with the offer pizza later. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
He called himself excalibur. Thats all I remember.
Judging by the hole in the wall by the door, the mis-matched shoes by the door, and the door hanging off one hinge... i'd say he's on the loose.
holy shit i just had sex in a phone booth i so feel young again
may or may not have figured out a way to make my mom a drug mule to bring me ecstasy...
The bar tenders gave me the number for a "taxi"... It's just a dude with a van. In retrospect, pretty sketchy. Robert was cool though.
just peed on my shirt somehow, im calling it a day
My bank account got hacked so he showed up with a 6 pack wearing a superman cape to cheer me up and you question why I love him?
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
We popped the air mattress last night via sex and we just kept going but it feels like I have a bruise on every vertebrae
I forgot to tell you, that tinder guy literally lives 15 floors beneath me. I have been creepily saying things to him like "I see youve got a hammer on the patio"
We need a rematch, I think my pussy was on vacation the other night.
Woke up from a black out in a strangers Jeep without phone, shoes, or wallet.
That’s talent right there. Maverick and Goose type shit.
why yes, bad decisions will be made starting at 3PM Thurs through 8PM on Sun. You have been warned. Plan accordingly.
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