We had to be out of the dorms at 730. Meeting started at 8. I woke up at 948. Drunk and covered in glitter.
Just took a closer look at the paper that kid wrote me his number on. It was an ATM receipt. His balance is $17.89. i made the right choice.
Found him. He was passed out on the couch at the new place in a room full of burnt pizza smoke.
Had to make a piece of abstract art. Your dick is in it
I don't really see how asking you not to cum on my face or hair makes me high maintenance
I made him recite stats from the playoffs game last night before I would go down on him.
So I found "Fat chicks in saran wrap" in my search history.
That's all you talk about when you are wasted.
And we won't even have to pay the tab if we die AT the bar. So..win win.
I'll reiterate. Best drinking game ever. I shall teach it to my children's children
you really need to stop getting laid in my dreams more than i do.
There's a drag queen here that reminds me strongly of you. You should try crossdressing.
Someone had written "Boxmonsterette" on the bathroom wall and I just knew you'd been here.
Well for decently drunk, in the woods, last-person-i-should-be-hooking-up-with sex, i thought it was pretty good.
Hey, it's all about finding the bright side. And boobs are definitely a bright side.
You said "I'm not gonna waste my last condom on you" last night.