im pretty sure one of the guys i was dancing with at graffiti wrote on my back "you rock". now feel like a danced with a 5 year old.
All I remember was the chick screaming "don't hookup with him! His dick's the size of a cucumber"
dude, there's a fucking musical in my head. it's fucking awesome being this high.
Yes..we had amazing sex that I have a 50 percent chance of remembering.
Ok Ghana you win again. Tell you what...Double or nothing over women's tennis, basketball, hockey, war, baseball, golf, swimming, diving, oil spills, box office proceeds, internet porn sites, criminals incarcerated, women's downhill, bass fishing, NASCAR, or GDP?
He asked if I wanted to leave my bra on while we were doing it from behind bc he read somewhere that all that pounding can be painful for big breasts. THAT thoughtful.
Idk, it's Grover wearing a sombrero. Do I need a reason?
I only remembered where urgent care was because it's across the street from my favorite bar
There are pre-booty call contracts for a reason. I have no intention of calling you tomorrow.
Do you need my fax number or something?
I just want someone to shove bread from panera down my throat
Whatever. I am not explaining the physics of my dick slapping.
I can't. Currently naked covered in Nair trying desperately to catch his cat that rubbed up on my leg.
I hate that cat.
Wait.....I ate a raw potato lastnight.
Dicks are not precious.
Said he wanted to wear me as a loincloth. Not sure if sexual or predatory
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