I'll let you put expensive food in me, but really, not much else.
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
i told him to take shots to cure a hangover and he told me i was "walking the steppingstones to alcoholism"
Apparently I did my philosophy paper last night. It's not bad either.
yeah, but i heard shes schizophrenic
i wouldn't even care dude, i'd fuck her and all 7 of her personalities.
Its only tuesday and I need a dd home from work. This is getting too easy.
I'm pretty sure last night was the first time I've seen someone drink beer-soaked paper towels. Ever.
So I did end up texting him last night... I asked him how he felt about haircuts... not sure where I was going with that one?
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
I can dream in two languages, but it's still about ripping a bong.
I like how our relationship transcends the borders of inappropriateness and encompasses all the colors of the inappropriate rainbow.
DAMMIT Im supposed to be running a company not discussing dick piercings!
My pants are on and I'm pretty sure I tried to throw them at someone.
I'm pretty sure I regained my virginity last night
you came home and ate 12 bananas. you really didnt think mom would know you were high?
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