I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
yes, too bad my tears were being wiped away by tits in my face
you should probably quit with the whole "no homo" thing, especially when you are drunk, "mo homo"gives the wrong impression.
consequently i now know what mace tastes like
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
there is potential here for me to have a consistent access to someone's dick who isn't actually an asshole. i think i'm ready for a relationship.
going to class with no bra.. is that saying "i don't give a fuck i'm one hour away from thanksgiving break?"
You said you were going inside to sober up and then you poured yourself a wine glass of warm gin
Yea you just drank all the Hookah water, then started talking gibberish about the Kool Aid you just drank.
the old man that you threw the shoe at says "hi" and many rude words...
we received free cupcakes at the first bar, and then I at the second bar i hooked up with a fat chick from Cincinnati on the patio.
you win some, you lose some.
I think the God that I only kind of believe in, definitely hates me.
He walked into the bar with a pillow and put his head down...nuff said
I don't know how much expertise I could offer. My best advice is, "don't drown, for god's sake don't drown"
He ate me out in the warehouse on a pallet of sunlight soap. I fucking love night shift!
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