Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
No. You are not the Kate in this relationship. I will do what I want.
There's just this way he looks at me that makes me want to suck his soul out through his dick.
There's a guy at this party taking all the unfinised beers and pouring them into a pitcher so he can drink them tomorrow.
They're sharing a mixed drink at a bar with straws...its like a disney movie with booze
mom just texted me "hawaii ambien". those are like the two things she talks about to keep me interested in spending time with her.
She says I'm cute and I remind her of her brother. She's too hot to back out now. I don't know. I'm guna go for it.
She has a facebook friends list called oops. theres 33 people in it. she said its all the guys she regrets fucking.
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
Whoever labeled dysfunctional a bad thing obviously never saw this frinedship coming.
As we have told you before, the first rule of hook-up bingo is we don't talk about hook-up bingo
Other than trying to finger me on the couch in the middle of the bar a few times, you were fine.
What's worse having drunken sex with hot married man or breaking the diet one week in?
I'm just gonna back away slowly and come back when there's less weird crap.
Randomize
