The next morning she woke up and asked who I was and where she was.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
Heated debate on which is worse. Pissing your pants or puking all over yourself
i woke up next to a ladle and a packet of chocolate biscuits that my face had melted into one giant biscuit.
We ended up sleeping in the emergency room for safety (you know, well lit, cameras..) and then an ambulance drove us to the train station around 4am. great last night in australia.
I love her to death but its like you have to do 5 lines of coke to be on her level.
We wore fake mustaches and shirts that said team mustache ride to a party we weren't even invited to
I just laughed so hard that my back cracked so hard that I thought I was cumming. Magic
I was just thrown into the pool and now I'm surrounded by men... You would think this is the dream but I'm just confused
Fell asleep on kitchen floor again, chicken nuggets everywhere.
Unless your apology includes a 20 something with loose morals and a daddy complex, I'm am not interested
The language barrier was annoying .... So we just had sex. That is how you deal with not being able to chat isn't it???
He gives me the same feeling I get when someone puts a margarita or German chocolate cake in front of me
so apparently over the course of the night my roommate and i had sex in exactly the same spot. ps the downstairs sink needs cleaning.
Give me like 5, I have to feed a moose and find my pants.
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