To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
that place is a roofie-colada waiting to happen
i'm ok with that.. with the right DD it's just a cheaper drunk.. it's the economy, stupid
I seriously can't date anymore I forgot how to hide my crazy
i keep telling myself in the mirror "get undrunk"
I either just heard my neighbors having sex or she really agreed with whatever he was talking about.
swear to god some girl just crawled out of the washing machine. this is intense.
Her tits were the only thing that upgraded her from "no way in fuck" to "drunken mistake"
You now know someone who has just successfully talked his way out of being arrested for breaking into the town library at midnight. Ive been home for too long.
"Shots" of grape juice. I fucking hate Utah soooo fucking much.
Just cause I'm shitfaced wasted every night waking up in random beds all over Manhattan does not mean I'm a mess.
Truth. Respect the hustle.
Question: should I be considering heels or is this the kind of night where I should plan on falling on my face regardless of my choice of footwear?
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
the fact that you have a guy named the "i want you to tie me up and fuck me" guy speaks volumes about your life.
got laid for being an eagle scout again. 4 more and ill have all my merit badges.
This is why I love being gay. I could never afford that much birth control.
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