so i completely puked my brains out. a lot. he held me up so i could brush my teeth. then we proceeded to hook up for the next four hours.
he's a keeper
IM NOT LETTING YOU PEE ON ME IF THATS WHAT YOURE GETTING AT.
she was puking into the toilet drowning herself saying "its okay im a swimmer"
his pick up line was "wanna get a pizza and fuck?"
did it work
that's not the point...
Im embracing the luau theme and maybe bringing a kiddie pool filled with alcohol. Im also embracing the high probability I will not remember this night.
He led me to his room and handed me the remote, he left to go take a shower and there is a group of guys across the hall just staring at me... Its like they know something i dont. Help me.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
Sorry I didn't answer your call last night, I was peeing on the driveway.
I just used crown royal bags as pot holders...
I'm just more comfortable with the bondage
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
I will be wearing a suit out more cuz it has been decided i rage harder with a power tie
If you break up with me one more time it's over.
So if you wanna come get your pants you can. But you have to come in your boxers. Rules are rules!
Sexual side note: sushi and cum do not mix well. That is all.
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