I'm gonna have bed sores at the end of this hangover.
let's skip the party, and just play drunken wii, again. its time to give my vag a break.
this is something i pride myself on being below average for
i distinctly remember leaping through the apartment to rescue the clam chowder burning in the kitchen
Played "Which Couple Will Take Me Home Tonight" at the bar last night... I can now cross three-some off my bucket list
Mass text to all of my back up boy toys. First one here wins. Mama needs some.
He made me brush his hair afterwards because it made him feel like a ken Barbie.
God I hope the sex was good.
I have feelings that need drinking.
He won't have sex to beyonce. I hate him.
He keeps bees of course he's weird
He overslept for our prescheduled morning sex. The fact that my vagina isn't enough to get him out of bed was the last straw.
Whatever. I'll take my new fine ass dick sucking nails elsewhere.
No he can't come. I swear to gods he's "Why We Can't Have Nice Things" given physical form.
His dick is pure magic - dark, powerful, beautiful magic. It's the Elder Wand of penises
Today's hangover is brought to us by Sailor Jerry's and your dedication to my alcoholism.
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