another moral hangover. fuck.
so... how was it???
he had bart simpson sheets. he had itunes on shuffle and "don't worry be happy" started playing when he took his boxers off. sad to say i was neither worried nor happy
You know you're wathing too much reality TV when you start adding commentary to every day life.
Balcony sex scratched the shit out of my phone. Whups.
All he said was "Yeah, there's a lot of air down there. And penis."
There are work activities and non work activities and dunking my head in a bucket of ice water pulling it out and shotguning a beer is certainly not a work activity
Give him a trash can and a welcome home balloon, he will be good.
I believe I won the Golden Vodka Bottle of sadness last night for crying while being party boyed.
We had a weird moment. Mid-sex he started talking. It went along the lines of "I. FUCKING. LOVE.....this condom..."
He motorboated me, gave me a business card that said congratulations on my motorboat, then disappeared into the night.
Find him and marry him.
All I'm saying is that any 24 year old guy who sends me a snapchat from the vantage point of his dick with the caption "hiding behind my weiner" is off my list potentially dateable guys.
Apparently we carried the stove upstairs. I Woke up with it in my room.
I still maintain we were not that drunk......
Dude, Dimensionally it doesn't even fit in that stairway! We might have to knock a wall out to get it back down!
he left a full can of coors light underneath my windshield wiper, like a love note. if that's not husband material, i don't know what is
You tryed convincing the salvation army bell ringer you could do the worm and face planted into the sidewalk... I put a dollar in the can for your performance
Vocabulary what?!? Shakespeare is my bitch.
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