Hurry. And bring back up. SHE WON'T STOP TALKING.
You should probably just propose to him the old fashioned way: sleep with him and get pregnant.
well we are all hammered and my parents are reminiscing about all the times they drove us home drunk from Christmas
My ferret is drunk. Someone told me you'd know what to do?
drunk lawn darts. Let's test the homeowners policy
how many americans can say they have been laid before eating their first big mac?
You kept hugging the big bouncer & feeling the other ones beard
Also, I am ligit concerned that I might compulsively start collecting vibrators like Pokemon.
What's the standard Christmas present for six months of booty calls?
Mobile recharge?
You went full blown lifeguard... You wouldn't let me sleep until I was in the safety position, so I wouldn't die in my sleep...
It sounds like drunken magic sprinkled w narcotics
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
Got it in all night, now at a bar at 730 am and we are the only two people here. Somewhere my mid twenties father is applauding me.
sometimes, you gotta take him by the hands like tails took sonic, and fly him into the bedroom.
Dude we gotta go back to your cabin. left glenn. he's calling me crying and still drunk
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