it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
It was an igloo shaped doghouse, I was obligated to hotbox it
downstairs . braiding the drunk passed out girls hair, she will thank us In the morning
oh and i'm sorry i sold you for three cigarettes last night
Remember that time we became friends because I shotgunned a Tall Boy in your bathroom?
Those memories are both hazy and awesome.
Technically he's married but he says it's "not like that" even tho his wife lives with him. Not sure if I believe him but I'm sleeping with him anyway.
Let's run into the wild and just eat berries and have sex all the time.
Antibacterial soap and prayers does not for spermicide make
I feel badly that he has cancer, but this does not mean I am obligated to have sex with him. Again.
I can't handle more than one dick at once. I become crazy. It's hard to be mellow and free spirited and polygamous at the same time.
All I need is a morbidly obese man masturbating at the other end of the car and I'll complete the CTA Horror Trifecta.
STOP TRYING TO FUCK MY DAD
THE HOT GUY IS YOUR DAD?!?!?!?!???
He and I didn't so much date, as watch cartoons and go down on each other.
I was so drunk I asked my mom if she had always been my mom or if it was someone else for a while
I couldn’t resist. He had a camouflage condom. You know I love a man in a uniform
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