I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
Got to see someone fall down the stairs while holding hot coffee and a folder full of papers. Best Monday ever.
you tried to pee on a squirrel and everyone saw. you've got some serious untagging to do
Chasing bourbon with pepto... Dedication.
he found cum stains on my sheets and all i could blurt out was "better on the sheets than in me"
Oh and my new excuse for not being able to hook up is cholera, feel free to use it
I can always tell I missed tequila night based on the hickeys on your neck man. Fucking call me.
And by "hammer out the details" you know I mean spending 20 minutes on wedding plans then getting wine drunk, right?
So the keyword here is "hammered"?
I think pretend fucking a camel is a good thing to do downtown. They loved me.
He was on my bed looking at me like a sacrifice to the gods of gay sex and he's definitely a bottom. Like Jesus Christ a really, really great ass of a bottom.
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
FYI the blow job was for papa johns pizza
I regret 8000% nothing
we finally found him at 2 am. he was 3 miles from the house and tried running into the lake when he saw us pull up. i don't think he'll be taking ecstacy again any time soon.
She should be a lawyer. She convinced her husband to give her a hall pass AFTER he walked in on her in bed with her ex-bf
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