She said her name was "party"
i just thanked the atm machine for giving me cash
I looked her in the eye and told her I was 'balls deep' in love with her...She said that wasn't saying much. Time to drink away the sadness...
at least he left the skimmer on the side of the pool so i could fish out my thong in the morning
Then they all walked away with the drinks I bought them, and the fat one slapped me in the face. I left and my car had been towed. Worst night ever.
As weird as that was it was probably the best advice i've ever gotten from a tranny
"Functional." Your standards for how you feel after drinking are so high.
When your night starts by chugging margarita and drinking vodka out of tupperware, I feel it's best to stay realistic.
DID YOU REALLY JUST GIVE ME A FIRST BASE SIGN
Making drunken Mac n cheese at 3 am I understand why witches constantly stir their cauldrons. Much more homogenized temperature and slim chance of boiling over. Good job witches.
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
It makes no sense at first, you go with it, it's fun and entertaining and then a disaster
My life has come to reading articles about dating an ex heroin addict. I'm doing well.
I can not be a lesbian living on Beaverland.
We perfected the quiet ass slap during sex so his roommate wouldn't wake up.
I gave up great shower sex to be here so don't say I never did anything for our friendship.
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