Got laid at the last second. Facebook chat is good for something afterall.
We went to red robin and there was a 15 minute wait so we went and fucked in the car. Quickies, endless fries, and a mascot handing out balloons- this is literally the night of my dreams.
You sent her a pic of your dick with 'guess what you cant have anymore' written on it with a marker.
Real friends wouldn't let me shotgun a 4loko after already seeing me trying to eat a girl out through her jeans.
apparently i told her i wouldn't press charges if she brought me food.
I voted for him because his wife supports his raging sex life.
The moral of the story is do not hire me because everything will end up smelling like pickles and I will not sufficiently clean it up.
I think as a general rule I have to have blacked out somewhere at least twice to be comfortable.
I laid naked in his bed as he brought me an ice cream sandwich so I would say everything worked out great
I don't particularly remember setting a firecracker off in my hand. No more tequila.
I put the area codes from ludacris' "area codes" into our expensive data visualization software at work, it's been a productive day
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
I found Erin. She's getting a back massage from the coat check boy and drinking all his whiskey.
Apparently she hired a private investigator when he took out a restraining order on her. So the answer is no, I didn't hit it.
She tied me to her bed using her honor chords. Thank god for graduation!
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