I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.
She never called back. Financed a fleshlight.
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
he thanks me after handjobs.
you found the perfect man.
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
He was fucking her while he was wiping my tears.
it was like lady and the tramp only with a jello shot on the pool table
you'll be horrified to know he's visiting next weekend
You two are a rollercoaster of sex and silence.
Wouldn't it be fantastic if the corporate world cared less about about our GPA and focused more on our mastery of social drunkenness?
Straight guys just can't stay away. My penis must have pheromones or something.
We played alot of beer pong and ventured into the woods with tiki torches
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
The CEO is on this whole 'what do you do with your spare time?' kick. Umm... get drunk and have sex in bar parking lots.
i have nothing going on in my life. unless a toxic love triangle with netflix and jack daniels counts.
It was horribly awesome. Its like looking at the sun, you know its bad for you but I just couldn't stop looking.
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