Incredible sex, Maddow, more sex, spoon, sex again
I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
I feel dirty and I went home alone. Bars should be like airlines and make fat girls pay double for everything.
If I knew losing weight would mean this many fucking creepers I would've just stayed fat.
He managed to scream "cowabunga bitch" before he went down on me. Let me know if you still like him.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
I told the bartender that he could give me back the tip I gave him if he outsmarted me in a battle of wits. He has yet to challenge me.
Guess who is playing his new drum set when his roommate gets home to teach her a lesson about binge drinking to the point of being taken to the emergency room?
You're alright. You just passed out while we were having sex. Then I'm pretty sure you peed. So I went home.
My phone autocorrected your name to "grownup." that couldn't be more inaccurate. I'm getting a new phone.
You called me to pick you up from the bar at 9:00. When we drove over the speed bumps you put your hands in the air and pretended you were on a roller coaster.
Really uncomfortable with the level of eskimo brotherhood at this family reunion
I lost the right to judge tonight
I think i got my first booty call. it was like she came to my house. sex. leave.
Congratulations. Welcome to the wonderful world of quick dirty secret sexy time.
thanks... i think. haha
Wait, I'm confused. I EMPTIED the bottle? as in consumed it? I'm impressed with myself.
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