11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
It was as if you forgot how to speak normally. All of your words came out either backwards or in song form
if that blanket by the dog bowl was your dog's "bed" then i apologize to bailey for having sex on it
Just call Katie. She's like the drunk whisperer; she can get them to do anything.
I vaguely remember having a cowboy explain his belt buckle to me in the bathroom hallway
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
Still breathing?
Still breathing , but quite out of it. I think I hallucinated like 20 action sequences.
What.
I was afraid she wouldn't be able keep up but I woke up in a bathtub, she called me a pussy and made me pancakes.
It's like Jesus got stoned and this would be the sandwiches he'd make
IDK I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE TEQUILA SHOTS AND FRIENDSHIP
Weddings might be fun but they are not getting fucked in the wilderness fun.
This guy needs to stop asking about my feet
I just don't understand why we can't have sex in the house. I'll come see you but I'll have to think about the barn thing.
All I wanted was a good weekend full of booze, laughs, and maybe some penis. Instead, someone is in the hospital, I didn't sleep at all last night. And not because I got laid.
there are LEGIT cum stains on my ceilling. ON THE CEILLING!! you tell me how the relationship was.
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