i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
i can tell by the sound of your bed that he isnt that good at sex.
No amount of marijuana is enough to justify blood on my ceiling
I mean it's my life so what if i want to drink Molson from my sparkly shoes and not regret anything
I walked in and you were laying on the floor bleeding everywhere half asleep half crying and moe was at the kitchen table eating frozen pizza refusing to acknowledge you. What a sight.
I figured you left because I was a shit show. Were you still there when I got locked in the bathroom and didn't know where I was? If not, that could have been a dream. I'm still not sure.
I drank entirely too much. My skin hurts to wear
Watching crazy stupid love and drinking alone isn't what I thought it was gonna be
Its TONS better. Expect a drunk dial at 11:54
Are we playing "how much awkwardness can we fit in the final 29 hours of 2011"?
yes yes we are. Go do something with super glue. i don't want to win.
Listen to my proposal.... I feed you crackers while I fuck you ever so gently.
i know i shouldn't tell you this since i want you to really like me but i just spent the last 4 hours sleeping on the toilet.
sex in a hospital.. check
Well, I dont really know how much penis you have at your disposal so I cant be sure
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
you don't need to worry about using proper grammar if you're asking for the size of his dick.
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