id fuck shawn from boy meets world only if we could name the baby topanga.
we dont know what were doing after yet. first up we have 90 beers and a party kit and fun hats.
everything was going well until edgar threatened to handcuff the security guard to himself.
Could be my worst decision since the whole 'third degree burn' fiasco.
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
He's currently surrounded by roughly 23 girls he fucked and never called. He may not make it out of here. Bar of doom? Or of redemption?
Dude, you left ME alone in your house. With your fully-stocked wine cellar. Why would you do that to yourself?
Hungover and I may throw up in my therapist's office. Maybe he is right about my drinking
Sometimes a girl needs 4 shots of whiskey in her diet coke at 5 in the afternoon and i feel no shame in admitting that girl is me
the bad thing about being great at twerking is that I'm powerless to stop myself from doing it when I'm drunk and in public.
Woke up backwards on a recliner
Nothing like drunkenly buying a pregnancy test at 8 am to get out and realize your nip was out the whole time.
He usually doesnt care about me cumming but last night he really tried, I feel that him going to the Womens March benefitted my sex life
should i feel bad about fucking you on my front lawn the day before you set me up with your best friend?
Just stalked the girl I hooked up with last night's boyfriend. He seems nice, I approve.
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