i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
I think you missed the wrong class. Im pretty sure we were taught how to buy cocaine.
In Denver there are more bars per capita than any other city also the healthiest city. That means lots of drunk girls and no fatties.
sometimes you have to go after what you want
true. and i really want to cum
He woke up next to me, said I "wasn't naked enough" and fell back asleep. I proceeded to blow him.
After the concert, I paid a cab to drive me around the city so I could shout "dc highfive!" at everyone who passed for an hour and a half.
He literally had a note from his doctor saying he wasn't allowed to finger me for a week
How was the rest of your night?
A little fuzzy and a lot naked.
So I got hit in the face with a frying pan. So def wont be at work for first break if I'm there at all
When you were bringing him upstairs I told him to bring you on down to pound town. you're welcome.
I got dropped off at my house at like 1030. Woke up hugging a street cat I've never seen before. Ended up drinking 260 oz of beer. 65 types. Then went out after blehhhhhh
And then the night went full on bisexual.
He lured me round with the prospect of sex and then made me proofread his CV and spoon. I fucking hate this guy.
My neighbour just came round to ask why we posted a spatula through his door at 3am. What do I tell him??
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