He gave me his business card. It was a Justin Bieber trading card with his number written in sharpie. I have to call him don't I?
all i remember was you yelling "look at my little feet" at everyone on the way home from the bar.
i promise the blood crusted on your tits is from him motorboating you after he tripped into the pool stick. nothing else.
I honestly don't know if ill make it through the next two hours. The hangover is strong with this one.
We'll I told him I wanted to keep it PG last night, but then later I asked him to take his pants off. So i'm guessing it was my fault.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
.......The other day I peed on him in the shower....he was trying to touch my boobs and I wanted my space.
I have managed to reach the 'after meth poster look' before lunch here...
I shaved last nite, you should see my cock it looks like a beautiful skyscraper
I would recommend NOT getting ass enhancement shots.
I think he just tried to put your boyfriend in a trashcan....
He has great taste in girls. I feel closer to my Eskimo sisters than my real sister...
I just got called the stable friend. This makes me super uncomfortable
This is like 50 shades on steroids but with healthy relationship models and mutual respect among all parties involved and lesbian activity.
i woke up on the third floor, naked in a closet.
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