how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
at first I thought it was funny, but looking at it now, it screams "dramatic" and "medicated wipes."
Not even the dog will look at me anymore.
It was everywhere, it looked like he just took the leftovers and threw them around the bathroom... Festively...
As i looked at his penis, it stared back into my soul. No more drinking games.
I'm going to shower the piss off me now. I feel like I was in an R. Kelly dream.
We would be rich. And the whole world would be stoned.
It's all coming back to me. I drank moonshine from a milk carton from a guy named tomohawk last night.
Is it really road head if took place on kayaks in the river?
drunk snapchatting is the worst, because i woke up with great pictures of my tits saved to my memories and no idea who i sent them to
What's the tour de bar? Is that a thing, or is it just what you call Saturdays?
Just woke up with the taste of tequila, weed, and cigarettes in my mouth spooning a friend I haven't seen since college wearing one contact and one ankle sock. I hate myself.
I'm really stressed out right now.
I think you're confusing "stressed" and "sober".
He also sent me nipple clamps because romance is NOT dead
when i woke up with rugburns on the tops of my feet, knees, and chin i was a little confused. and then i remembered i had sex with him in his friends walk in closet.
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