So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
Dude, this place has 10% alcohol beer on tap. It's like God's semen.
My pussy is not your playground.
I've only been here for an hour and I've already made 6 babies cry.
Happy Birthday
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
there's unknown territories my dick was not made to discover
I don't know. I guess at the end of the day I wanted taco bell more than a boyfriend.
Totally get that.
Great. My funeral dress now smells of smoke and disappointing sex.
I bought a police grade breathalyzer on ebay at 4:37 am. At least I'm a responsible drunk.
I fed him pizza in bed. I'm probably the best one night stand ever.
I am going to borrow your water/shock proof video camera for St. Pattys day so that if wake up next to the highway again I know why.
Ok but I hold the right to any footage of you getting slapped, puking, anything with body shots, and allowed to make a montage of it to put on youtube.
I remeber being on the roof last night and we put our heads togeather and we touched each others face and said "Hennessyyyy"
Dude, I'm trippin balls. For real, I thought this bag on my floor was my dog for the longest time...
So, if you were also having sex around 11pm, then we were legitimately being penetrated at the exact same time. That is amazing. We are soul sisters.
sex on a bike is impossible
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