Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
please come get me his dick is out. i'm sitting on his couch and his dick is out. come now
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
Mass Text: Free blowjob to first person to bring me a nacho cheese chalupa.
You picked me up and threw me on a barstool and shoved shots in front of me.
Thats like the definition of a good friend
The first thing they saw when they walked in was all four of our std test's hangin on the fridge....i'd be worried if they didn't think we were sluts
to which he commented "you must really like me on top". I didn't have the heart to tell him that was the only way the room stopped spinning
I'm trying to spell out I love you with a series of photos of my penis, but I just realized I can't do the Y of you
We carried on a casual conversation about plants while I gave him a hand job.
You are the only one who would stop a bum, tell him to open up, then pour straight vodka in his mouth. You made his year.
We thought we were getting kicked out but then he started tickling the bouncer. Next thing you know the bouncers giving him a piggy back ride to the bar.
I put my hydrocodone prescription in my cereal box its like real lucky charms
You were silly, high, and chewing on things.
Do I go to spinning class and try to redeem myself from going drunk, or do I wait a week and hope they forget I fell of the bike?
I'm not big on drama but you need to put your pants on and leave.
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