that was after robitussin, alcohol, and chocolate sauce... but before we finished pregaming
i was so drunk i stopped mid-blowjob to make sure he i was with my boyfriend and not some random. twice.
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
He probably smells like baby powder and sexual identity crisis.
We're the only two others left at work. My internal monologue is going: TAKE ME. TAKE ME NOWW. ON THE COUNTER. IN FRONT OF THE MANAGER. JUST TAKE MEEE
I believe I won the Golden Vodka Bottle of sadness last night for crying while being party boyed.
Well it ended with everyone taking a bite out of a raw potato and a girl crying because her boyfriend wouldn't bring her any grape juice. So yeah...I'd say the night was a success.
You were too drunk yesterday to deal with me crying so I am too drunk to deal with logic.
I was like can I please fuck your hips back into realignment
pls come tAke this super bath no romo it's just. so nice.
We probably shouldn't have humped each other in a stairwell for an hour. that was probably my bad
I'm super depressed and stressed and I just want spaghetti and sex...
Ended up at the strip club, got told I should be a dancer 4 times, got free tacos and my hot TA slide in the dms. How was your night?
her nickname was handjob. I knew what i was getting into.
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