I can't belive they dont sell booze Sunday mornings. I mean some of us have to work
found an empty one..2nd door on the right...i'm already naked.
Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
On the plus side I got to ride in a fire truck and I didn't have to blow anybody for it
It's like she can't drink without using a flambongo
No it's ok. I made friends with the guy that always wears helmets to the bar. His name is helmet Harry
how does 'resolution to respect myself more' follow 'he fucks me really hard'?
How do I have sand in my vagina if we were an hour away from the beach?
We can't go back there. Ever. No context required, just know it's true.
People trash cargo shorts, but I'm like, sorry I had room for beers and you didn't.
Last thing I remember I was riding on a picnic table being hauled around by a lawn mower with an empty case of bud light on my head...
Shit facedness and cuddling are what you have to look forward to this evening.
He made me promise not to describe his penis in detail to you....oops.
I could be doing way worse things besides texting him 'come over and bang my headache away'. i could be on meth
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