We walked in and the first thing we heard was, "OH SHIT! White chicks!" Naturally, I made some new male friends.
this just has baby written all over it
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
at least 'blackout me' had enough sense to take the puke covered duvet off the comforter.
we found him in the shower with a bottle of jose saying "this is Mexico's fault"
he even offered to make my bed in the morning.
She said, "I don't really go out much, but my husband recently cheated on me" and I don't remember anything after that.
You slammed your forties down on the table and yelled "I AM EDWARD FORTYHANDS" then mumbled something about repping Idaho like a champ and laid down on the couch.
I though us hooking up in the field was your way of saying you were an outdoors person
I walked in her room to find her rubbing lotion on her face high as fuck.
I heard moaning and ass slapping and sponge bob.
When did angry sex become our thing?
He literally wrote out a schedule. On it, there's a taco break, and a spot where I start crying.
Well my summer has already been productive. I partially caused a divorce.
sober me doesnt really want him anymore, but when drunk me takes over, she might want him, and god only knows the shit that might happen with drunk me.
Randomize
