We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
I finally beat you i just fucked my professor last night!!!\n\n
sry, psychiatrist trumps professor
There's an Captain Planet marathon because of Earth Day. I can't NOT turn this into a drinking game.
I kept reassuring him that I was easy like Sunday morning, not easy like "I've had 6 shots of tequila and haven't had sex in three months"
I am downstairs in the bar now having a beer...actually I ordered two beers and placed one across from me in front of an open chair. I did this for appearance sake, so nobody knew I was double fisting all alone. I'm getting hungry now. I'm thinking of ordering two meals just to keep appearances up.
Is your answer to that text seriously a right parenthesis
If we ever start off with margaritas for breakfast and end up naked covered in olive oil...I could think of worse ways to spend a day.
So we stayed at his mom's and all got drunk and he and I hooked up in his old bedroom. Then his drunk mom came in and tackled us when we were still naked. Why does this keep happening to me?
Or I could hide in your trunk so you can sneak out of putt putt for sex breaks
you can only text me tonight if its in drake lyrics. thats the rule
I don't need to marry the guy. I just need some filthy, shameful wish fulfillment sex and then live out the rest of my life on the bean farm.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
We fucked. Had a political debate. I won. So I sat on his face.
I'll seduce him with my charm, after all, I am a graceful swan.
More like a demented cow.
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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