just by requesting 'I think we're alone now', not only did you achieve emptying the bar, but you also rubbed it in the owners face.
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
Well if it makes you feel any better I threw up at Roadhouse. And then on the way to the train. And then in a water fountain. And then in a plastic bag on the train.
dude I just got a noise complaint from my apartment people for loud sexual activities. I'm framing this for sure
I feel like a blind man at a water park. Every step has the potential to be either fatal or lead to accidental, but totally enjoyable, sex.
Just know I'm having fun but I still have my motor functions.
Well at one point he got ahold of my archery gear.. And I. Shit. You. Not. Sarah took an arrow to the knee.
All i remember is you yelling at a stop sign and the rest is a blur
i feel like when you brought up the possibility of you getting pregnant the sexting is over
I'm gonna be the best dressed mother fucker to ever get kicked out of that damn bar.
And, omg, my eyelids are on fire. I think the internet let me down. :(
I mean, I already saw his dick in person and wasn't impressed so why is he sending me a picture of it, anyway? I hate re-runs!
Crying in Target on a display sofa is normal, right? Asking for a friend.
fucking him is like fucking old faithful. you could set your watch by his orgasms.
We got cut off at the bar, but it's okay because I tactically rolled behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Meet me in the back booth when you're done puking in the bathroom. This is about to get real slutty.
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