somehow, due in part to drug cocktail and alchl prior to meeting, i blacked out, got home, made total mess of kitchen, broke shower, and made 17 hard boiled eggs
are u sure the monkey wasnt drunk too
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
She asked me to facebook all the girls I'd hooked up with. She started crying when I started my search with A.
I had one margarita and got the worst headache of my life... its like my liver has senior week ptsd
Going abroad, it was like my vagina was in a candy store... a sweet sweet british candy store
so its official, girls can see a boner through my snuggie.
Just to warn you I probably wont be able to do anything that involves standing up
Good thing I left work early to shave my balls because traffic sucked ass, which I was written up for and my reason on the write was "to close on time, have to shave balls for date tonight". Oh yea, that was a bold statement right there
So lets not base feelings on vagina tingles
The entire state will know me by my boobs.
There are two guys's cum on my sheets. Be a man and be the third.
We're not piercing ourselves today.
Like I don't care that he's a drug dealer, but I have a problem with his inefficient and ineffective business model.
I complemented his smile, he sends me a dick pic. Seriously?
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