I am in a vortex of obligation.
he cracked the bottle of jager at 11am and said "hey, its Saturday and I gotta do something"
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
My sheets, bed, and bathroom are covered in blood. She needed 14 stitches after a trip to ER. This is the last white girl I ever hookup with.
She slept with 4 other guys since we went on a break. And her ex. But apparently she hasn't given any bjs out of respect for me. Why does that comfort me?!
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
the point of no return was when you "drugged" his drink with glitter. face-planting on his dick was beyond.
He just kept screaming "I have democratic immunity" as the cops dragged him into the car.
we have to top last new years. except im not ready for jail. that can wait a couple years
Im not coming back to that place until im drunk. If I walk in there sober Ill start screaming uncontrollably. Not words, just sounds.
She told me she's into girls now. I told her there would be a full bottle of jäger and an empty bed here Friday.
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
I am the only person I know ever to have been brought TO the bar in the back of a cop a car. Twice.
After last night I am convinced that you are the human embodiment of alcoholism and bad decisions.
I asked him if we could have sex sometime and he sent me a three page long text about his feelings for me. that's the only possible situation I've ever run into where a "k" response would have been more appropriate.
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