at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
no one will drink with you if you continue to listen to beyonce
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
She agreed that we could have sex whenever I wanted and I could let someone else meet my mom.
The guatemalans kept making all these sexual suggestions ... With the corn
come find me. Outside the bar we were just in waving my syringe in the air
You kept yelling "wood grain wheel" and grinding on fat chicks.
The hell is wrong with me
you guys just sat there and simultaneously smoked bowls staring at each other... it was like a bowl off or something.
Is it OK to disqualify a potential therapist if she lists 50 Shades of Gray as her favorite book? Or is that a good thing?
multiple people will be seeing my nips tonight. not mad about it at all
We started off talking about nice cuddling and you turned it into fucking with a Santa hat on...
sober me thinks like you do. drunk me needs sober me's advice. am i allowed to go to his house?
Oh god. Charles just fell off the bar. Didn't spill his drink. He's come so far..
Ughh I think I'll just sit here in the dark and wallow in self-pity while drinking wine and knitting scarves for my future cats.
Don't forget my pants whenever you come over, otherwise we can't get in.
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