so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
It was kind of like a train wreck, except alcohol would have improved the situation greatly.
Turns out my drunken logic and wordsmithing isn't quite the same as the sober version. I'm pretty sure I made fun of the managers mom at one point
Kegstand on crutches, you need to get on my level.
She said we could only have sex if she got to keep her fake moustache on during
I'm really glad that we can be casual hook up buddies. This is a true friendship. Now, please convince your roommate to do the same. Thanks.
Have you ever stopped and thought "I do NOT want to be inside of this person right now. Or ever." Because you should.
What's the place called?
I searched "county" on google, but....there's a lot of results
He was wearing running shoes tho. Thats like the cardinal rule. You don't fuck a guy who wears running shoes as regular shoes.
He called my vagina his wife... how is that NOT creepy?!
whatever. i don't need to be drunk to tell you i'd suck your dick if you had one.
I fucked the midget version of a backstreet boy and I am not mad about it
I don't know what happened last night. But I just woke up in the high school boiler room
Would you laugh at me if I told you I think I burned my nipples?
I told him I lived in the apartment beside his brother and he said "oh, you're the girl that watches really loud porn!"
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