So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
No, I can't hang out with Dave because he already has a girlfriend. The one with the tatoos of cherries on her "cherry." Yeah, she doesn't really make me feel spectacularly comfortable.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
My cardio has turned into running out of the cold from bar to bar.
I'm doing laundry in pjs and heels, home alone with my margarita bucket.
I was rolling balls and tried to donate blood as an act of kindness to the sick person who would receive it
He came to the party late, didn't bring tacos, and then asked what shennanigans we were getting into. I swear I will never fuck another hipster.
Yes but that point is quickly negated bc u should never have to search more than one room to find your underwear.
I've got my wine, though it wasnt very good so I threw a sour patch kid in it
I punted my pants across my apt at my roommate last night. Everything else is kinda fuzzy.
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
I had fresh baked oatmeal cookies, tacos AND was on deck to give a stellar blow job. You'd think that'd be a win/win/win situation.
And then I was like pick your blow job song and he choose the sonic the hedgehog theme song. If he's not the one no one is.
Did I fall last night?
I wouldn't call it falling as much as you tried to lay on the sidewalk and proceeded to hit it face first.
they call themselves the foursome.. thats def means they're up for one right?
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