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...
She was not exactly lady-like. Down there.
I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
Tell your boobs to stop staring at me.
Sorry for punching you in the face last night. I should have known the boxing gloves were a bad idea from the start.
Dude, you need to understand there is a fine line between "guilty pleasure" and in the closet gay
I never want to hear the words unlimited shots for boobs in the same sentence ever again.
the last guy with this job had a bookshelf fall on him. He's in the Er. Im high and they gave me his shift. How do you think i feel?
Fortunately for myself I'm twice as smart and half as drunk as everyone else. All things considered I'm leaving here three-to-five times richer than when I arrived.
You're fucking beautiful as shit and we should have loving sex...
WHY AM I CRAWLING IN OLDER MEN HOLY JESUS
How drunk do you think I'll be by the time I get home?
I just watched you drink a whole glass of wine through a Twizzler. Pretty drunk.
I call him Seabiscuit because he's my trusty steed
WE HAD GREAT SEX AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT
You threw him in the dryer?
He went in of his own accord. Mumbled something about experiencing the blossoming of popcorn.
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