I specifically asked you not to be slutty tonight.
I almost hooked up with this girl last night. she had a tattoo of a cardinal next to her cooter. said it reminded her of her grandpa
watching a depressing episode of spongebob while high is the most depressing thing i have ever experienced
Apparently I called 911 everytime Sean Kingston told me to
Well, I fucked her. But the sex wasn't all that great. Morning sex never is
found an empty one..2nd door on the right...i'm already naked.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
Seriously, come get him. He's not even a person anymore. He's a loud, drunk, cock-blocking wrecking ball.
Stop thinking your God dude. You passed out. God doesn't pass out...
Didn't know hookah bars could end badly. I feel for her hair
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
Fucking adderall I just talked at the security guard for 90 minutes
For some reason she gave me a handjob. It was all very confusing
Is texting an old booty call with "can you still get your ankles behind your ears?" an appropriate way to reemerge into the singles scene???
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