I think I'm in Tiajuana
You are not in Tijuana. I saw you an hour ago
I could be
I seriously just washed my dick in a public restroom. That's how dirty last night got
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
She definitely looked like a troll, but I had take one for the team. Or at least thats what I keep telling myself
She was giving you that "I really want to blow you but I have to act professional" look. Guaranteed
It was kinda hard to explain to his wife why there was chocolate syrup on the ceiling.
6 tequila shots, 3 kamikazes and 1 rumplemintz.. The next day I puked in my office trash can while doing payroll. I may have to dock my own pay for lack of class.
I will keep you posted and someday if we daydrink teach you how to do a footjob
I have to date her we need a place to stay for tailgating
You just kept screaming "PLEASE YELL CORNDOG AT HIM. PLEASE. CORNDOG."
So how was the sex with me last night?
No worse than usual.
Lets both be adults and never talk about last night again.
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
He said we were going to get fucked up in the woods so here we are
I just want this to serve as a reminder in the morning that the topic of conversation at last call was the penis size of jesus.
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