But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
we played lady & the tramp with a hash brown from McDonald's....im in love.
If i'm not hungover, near death, and wondering what i did the night before on Monday, life is not worth living.
positive spin of the day: since my nose is blocked from allergies cleaning the puke this morning was much easier
I only want to screw him when I'm drunk. Problem is I try to be drunk as often as possible
Im sitting alone watching titanic. Drunk. Without pants. Holding a fishing pole. Im pretty sure im okay with all of this.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
Care to explain why there is sushi in the soap dish in the bathroom
At what point lastnight did a lens fall out of my glasses and nobody tell me?
The night went downhill when he lit her purse on fire and tried putting it out with vodka
After that song played in the club all he kept drunkenly saying was "Birdman goes brrrrrr"
Did I fall on/off the boat yesterday? Cuz my right leg looks and feels like if it got hit by shrapnel.
My one regret (beside the inevitable shit storm that followed) is that now I can't fuck his cute friend.
He said he was a banker. Then he told me he made 15 an hour. I said he was a shitty banker then fucked his friend.
Philosophical question for you: is it better to go into work slightly drunk or slightly coked out?
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