it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
Well, I didn't bring a notebook or any paper to class. Should I take notes on the sugar packet, lace thong, or condom wrapper that instead are in my school bag?
could you clean the juice and feathers off my bed I'm just not up for hangover cleaning.
I hope I bought a crossbow. Also I need to not drink that much
He will. He has no choice. What's he gonna do? Find a better fuck buddy? We both know that's not possible. I'm the ideal friend with benefit. Minus snoring and uneven tits.
If drawing me a picture of his dick in draw something is flirting then he is doing it wrong.
A "Tom-vomit" is when you puke but cough as it comes up, so you close you mouth as a natural reaction and the vomit is jet-propelled out your noise.
If you hear a sad honk in the wind it is me.
Last night I dressed up as a cowgirl and walked into McDonald's. I bought 20 mcribs. There's pictures
although steph and I had 3 bottles of wine by that point and watched an opera that featured a black dildo so anything was possible really
at one point, i told him to buy you a pumpkin spice latte and uggs because you're a common white girl and that's how he should get you in bed
He has an accent when he types. I can *hear* the schnitzel. Especially when he's drunk.
In fairness you've introduced me to a lot of people I've only met once, for like 5 seconds, while drunk
I threw up all of my purple drank and thats really important
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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