i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
Racial profiling caused me to miss two cabs but the third cabs the charm - he's playing Jesus Music
there's a taquito in the driveway. If it's not yours I'm going to eat it.
I don't even remember his name...i'm just gonna save it as birthday sex
Let's turn this shoulder dislocation into a positive. Come to the hospital, bring some beers, let's party.
There is nothing scarier than watching yourself breathe in the mirror while on shrooms.
It's a lost cause. Soon she's gonna get naked, just let nature run its course
But he does seem to be getting proper humping etiquette down. So there's progress.
If we can't get laid at a bar crawl, we should just quit life.
He was having Sex and you yelled 'hot and dangerous!" and he responded with "if you're one of us then roll with us!" when he went to he bathroom I saw her getting dressed, looking mortified.
Went to take a shower. Brought my wine, forgot my towel.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
You had all day to plan ahead & get mixers, so whose fault is this sobriety?
He makes bad life choices and drives a wagon, how is that not my type?
You tried to eat your way through the wall. Like you literally tried to eat drywall and insulation.
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