Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
Different chick, same blowjob, same parking lot.
Tonight was like the Noah's Ark of alcohol. I had to have two of everything.
I swallowed your vile semen and you don't know what color my fucking eyes are!?
Sometimes one must go to great lengths and make great sacrifices to get drunk. I willingly accept the challenge.
We made out while a LIT cigarette dangled out of the side of his mouth. Disturbing or slightly erotic?
I can't find the keys to get out of my front door, there are random socks in my bicycle basket and I can see a plastic handle of cheap vodka sitting on my porch. oh, and my head just broke u with me.
I'm in charge of his party but you're a paramedic, we're both needed.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
I'll feed you vitamin c from my mouth this weekend. Like a baby bird.
Promise??
Needless to say, she forgave him, they're back together, and I'm seriously considering having a lesbian year.
You know getting black out drunk at a cats birthday party should have been my lowest point drinking wise but some how I feel like last night was some how worse
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
My ultimate hope is that people will hug me, smell me, and therefore think I'm classy.
Randomize
