you came home covered in oatmeal wearing a tutu holding a stolen wrotting pumpkin and "its a girl" balloons tied around your neck.you were whispering the lyrics to aaron carters 'aarons party'. i think the real question was what DIDNT you drink last night
Come on. It's already happy hour in Europe...Man up. "I'm at work" and "it's a tuesday" are not valid excuses.
And apparently midway I said "hurry up and finish so we can talk about what a bad idea this was"
He turned off the music when i walked in and introduced me to everyone. then they gave me jager and made me chug it while holding a giant purple dildo. everything resumed when i finished
you can't tell me it's over and send me pics of you and your cat?
By the way when you were super fucked up last night, you ate cat food and tried to tell me it was healthy for you
all i remember is walking in on u shitting and crying listening to shawty get loose. its safe to say this break up has taken a toll on u
I'm trying to decide whether it's worth it to masturbate in this gas station bathroom
her 18 year old son fed me pieces of a french roll like a pigeon, as I lay on the floor of the bathroom crying.
Pretty sure that propositioning you to fly across the country for sex fest '13 isn't something my husband would approve of.
Keywords: shitstorm, police, jail.
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
I have no regard for my liver, you should know this.
You walked right into the door. Even the door guy and security guys were laughing.
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