I just busted my ass on the ice in front of my entire AA meeting. As if being there wasn't embarrassing enough.
He came on my chin and called me cumbledore. i give up.
we ran out of cups so i finished the night drinking out of a paint can.
I'm bringing a flask to the test on friday. If I'm gonna fail at least I can enjoy the experience
dude, I'm passing out in the fifth floor janitors closet. Let me know when the rooms opened back up
alright. I just need to set some ground rules, no lighting me on fire, and no broken bones. fair?
What does that mean when you have a child masturbating in your dream? Is that weird?
We watched scrubs, then I got a shower blowjob which led to shower sex and the living room floor sex. Now she's baking cookies. I may not be studying, but I'm doing something right.
Send help, water and tortillas.
So is it safe to say that my only objective from last night is to finish this entire jar of peanut butter?
When he mumbled "I can't feel my legs," proceeded to stand, fall over, and just lay there I knew I'd given great head...
He's talking about feelings now. I don't even know if he came???
Let he who has not made drunken spaghetti at 3 a.m. cast the first stone.
For real his Facebook page says he studied "sexual arts" at some random college I've never heard of. You've been warned.
I went with vodka instead of tequila tonight so I make better decisions. Fool proof plan.
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