Well apparently he's into motor boating.
So I made him an imaginary sandwich and told him that the day I didn't have to fake it, neither would he.
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
Last thing I remember clearly was, "ok, but if we're are gonna get drunk before class, there's no half-doing this"
She asked if I wanted to "Mormon Motorboat" her, which I guess is just motor-boating her through her cloths. Turns out I did.
When a bartender remarks "wow" on how quickly you've finished a drink... Is that good or bad?
i need some food
Holy shit I forgot about you stabbing him.
I took it upon myself to take one shot of tequila to have an excuse for hitting on my not-single coworker. It worked.
You were spooning an empty magnum of white wine in the middle of the bed so I slept on the couch
Well at least there's no more confusion about your place in my life. Wine > pizza > your dick > the rest of you.
Love you...
Jill you already won the game by finding a dude who will fuck you in flamingo knee socks. Theres no hope for the rest of us
His friend still there? Be like "I need to see both of your dicks ASAP"
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
I try not to flex my sex appeal too much around the engineers, it's like feeding bears...always ends in disaster.
I even put my vibrators back in the bedroom instead of the coffee table. If that's not growing up then I don't know what is.
How was it?
i think i smell bacon but im to sore to walk downstairs. that kinda night
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