it wasn't lemon gatorade
I feel like our bond as friends is a lot stronger now that I've talked to you on the phone while having sex.
I saw a sign that said worlds largest frying pan next exit. Way to do your fucking part Iowa.
I see an opportunity for you to use your nakedness to cure my boredom.
and apparently i was drunk enough to follow up with "I'd let me touch your boobs" ... not my best line.
hiding in a bush to avoid a seven dollar cab ride. cabby got out a flashlight and looked for us for like an hour. help.
It wasn't random sex though, it was almost a relationship, built on lies and sex
We are going to get clementines. And shoot them out of a ballon launcher. That's after we come up to the ivy with a bullhorn and reck havoc. Where are you.
I still smell like men's body wash from that drunken shower I took at that stranger's home last night.
I ended up at these random girls' house they are smoking weed out of a gun
Sure. But we have to be quiet.
Ninja mode activated
I'm just checking to make sure you don't want to go to the farmers market... This is an assumption based on the fact that you were slapped with a sandwich last night and you remained unconscious.
come over. We can flirt with the criteria for substance abuse and talk about our daddy issues
Okay so how much boob would you consider inappropriate for smart casual?
If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse.
Randomize
