we're all still whores. we just have a theme song now.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
I feel like someone was just looking at my memory and took out an eraser and was like "nope he doesnt need that"
he drunkenly pissed himself on the deck, in the bathroom, and on my couch within the span of an hour
its like an avodart commercial...maybe he has a growing problem
The bouncer said he wanted to but BBQ sauce on my legs. That Mystic tan has already paid for itself.
It's been a long time since I felt this bad on a Monday... and for that, I thank you.
If theres one good thing that came out of our relationship its this chicken recipe. And squirting.
You were hanging upside down on the subway with your feet in the stirrup handle bars. the children were amused.
When I finally got there you were bleeding all over and you just kept saying over and over that the dog was your only friend at the party.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
Moral of the story: don't have drunken shower sex with the lights off...or you WILL break your foot. And the shower knobs.
He expects to fuck my tits but will ignore me in public.
I saw that you sent me a photo and the first thing out of my mouth was "I swear if it's another photo of a dick poking out of a bubble bath"
Drunk level: ugly crying in the bar upon discovery of sweet tarts and not smarties.
Ohhhhhh, that night......I need to stop drinking, almost all of my conversations that take place Wed thru Sun after 8:30 are one blurry haze.
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