To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Actions speak louder than words. Her actions scream crazy.
Lady came into work yesterday. Full on stache and beard. I've never concentrated on making eye contact harder in my life.
is it really high of me to have brought my own hot sauce to wendys?
thanks for brining me home and putting me in my bed. the pillow fort your built around me is also appreciated.
dude she snuck out while I was still sleeping then was banging on the door 10 minutes later cuz her car was brokedown. how was I suppose to recognize her??
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
it was not a walk of shame, it was a ferry ride of shame, and i'm not ashamed, so technically it was just an early morning ferry ride. wearing yesterday's clothing
and semen
Nahh. Maybe not even a handful. It's more like a heaping teaspoon worth of dick.
I feel like our low point of the night was when we had to start chasing with ice cubes and wheat thins.
I know it's not technically the "Mile High Club" but we def need a name for the airport bathroom. Cuz that just happened.
I was trying to chase her off the carpet, but now there are figure-eights of cat vomit. everywhere
Is it a bad thing that I've made out with everybody I work with?
Sometimes, it’s important to take a moment and kinkshame yourself.
See I just want a dick that I don`t have to deal with or talk to unless it is inside me. Is that so much to ask for?
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