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
farters have to be the big spoon...
ugh. my soul tastes like vodka
I think any school that has COCKS written on it's baseball hats has their priorities straight.
i dont know, i woke up and he was going down on me. i guess i can save his number
she passed out facedown in my lap while I was playing piano. 11 years of piano lessons finally paid for themselves.
My therapist is concerned about your alcoholism.
Took me 12 hours to be sober again. Shitshow mission accomplished
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
I felt so bad but my urge to be with you & drunkenly eat your face was apparently much stronger.
i meant to type that i went to that party for shits and giggles, but my phone corrected me and said for shots and goggles...either one works
I just got attacked by a swarm of butterflies. Nothing is okay anymore.
His dad was on the tv delivering the local 11 o' clock news while we were having sex
sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
Nah leave him alone, he is at the strip club with his mom.
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