i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i just used a urinal to avoid climbing stairs, i need to quit drinking.
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
I don't know what's worse, the fact that my parents own a sex swing or the fact that my little cousin was playing on it
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
You kept making up "snapple facts" every time you opened a beer.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
Dude their dog does tricks for sips of beer. He keeps going up next to people and trying to shake. This is awesome.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
I mean it's not my fault he had a floor mat that read "put out or get out". What was I supposed to do?
Sign she's a keeper: "I would rather be late to brunch than waste a perfectly good boner."
I would not be watching the debate if there wasn't drinking involved. Let's be honest.
BTW car sex works all the muscle groups. Just sayin. Legs/butt are sore as are arms, back and core.
Watching Rudolph while stoned is practically a religious experience.
She says the reason I don't talk to her is because I'm "emotionally lazy" what ever that means
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