i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
what part of “beer fountain” do you not understand
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
They were greeting people getting off the 48 with green beers and cheers. The one day I decide not to take the bus home...
Drunk Tina signed up to be part of the crew team and got a text from the captain telling her there's practice tomorrow. Wtf
He insists on falling asleep with his penis between my buttcheeks. He says its his "home".
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
Yeah, the email that I was sending to get an Escort for the weekend, copied and pasted to my boss, that should be interesting conversation, when I come back from Christmas vacation break.
When you get shitfaced you find strippers when I get shitfaced I speak to woodland creatures, do you see the dilema?
According to the boxer briefs I found on the couch when I got home, I take it your date went well??
Is it bad that I'm using the photo I took for my fake ID as my linkedin profile pic?
I just watched my mom pour beer into her vodka and drink it.
She made me baby bird juul smoke to her while we were fucking
Good news! Blood’s flowing!
I don't want to hook up with him sober. That's pretty much like saying I love you.
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