Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
he sent me a naked picture of himself. things got awkward really quickly. but on a positive note he shaved his chest
The bar I'm at just passed out smores to everyone. I don't know what it has to do with cinco de mayo but I'm down.
Reason #1 for no sex outdoors: Mosquito bites. Awkward, awkward mosquito bites.
I may do that, fyi I'm even more sore than I was yesterday. It's like the ghost of your dick is still inside me.
drunken yoga. on the beach. senior week. you have been chosen <3
At what point in your drunken state would you actually believe that the cops wanted to party with you?
There's sex hanging in the air like a pinata. European people are no joke.
So basically, I've just woken up in another random bed and I go to get my pants and he's wearing them. Like my underwear is in them... What the fuck is wrong with my life?
I think it may of been me pulling down my pants is why she walked away.
Really? And is this the kinda party we talked about earlier?
Yup. It's just me crying in a closet eating soup
I ran into cvs barefoot with my belt undone and shirt buttoned wrong and didn't even have to ask. The guy working pointed and said "they're back there."
That's how I look going for the pbr.
It's a noodle incident. All I can say is that it was completely accidental, no one was too seriously injured, and I'm not allowed back to that bar without a designated pusher for my wheelchair.
Today's goals: get day drunk then sober up in time for the walking dead tonight.
So, I think think I left my underwear at your house. Well...not exactly your house but your roof.
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