i was more sad about losing him as neighbor on fishville than as a boyfriend
fireball beer pong. youre missing out
how is that even possible?
ove gloves.
be there in ten.
He sent a pic, I sent one back. Then nothing. It's like we sext-messaged goodbye and ended the relationship.
Call me next time you want to get irresponsibly drunk when we have grown up things to do the next day.
The paramedics came back to shotgun beers with us.
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
I'm sorry, but the "Hobbit Slam" has to be a sex move.
also dude totally apologize for the whole drunken "want something in my mouth" text
Come on down you're the next contestant on "lets go drinking!"
I never actually go in the club. I get in line, hit on a chick, and convince her to come drink all she wants for free at my house.
Either I think of sex like a man, or all the men in Vegas are women.
I can't believe I came last night staring into my profile pictures eyes.
you just cant say you love him and then say you want to fuck your boss
Pretty sure my first birthday present will be a pic of an 18-year-old's cock. And I am OK with that
Shhhh less advice, more soothing words and dirty phrases
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