I am dying of drunk and no thats not a typo.
I'm drinking reisling in a paper cup by myself in the garage.
redhead is getting on the bull...again red head is getting on the bull!
ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
He asked if I wanted to leave my bra on while we were doing it from behind bc he read somewhere that all that pounding can be painful for big breasts. THAT thoughtful.
I feel like a squirrel prepping for the winter on dollar beer nights.
He just keeps repeating "this isn't my bagel".. i'm worried for his safety
I feel awful
Physically or morally
Physically. The only immoral thing I did was steal money from strippers while they gave me lapdances.
bro your seconds weren't very sloppy last night, is everything ok?
If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh.
This bird just went for my eyes. Does he think I'm dead???
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
I need to stop agreeing to hang out with people when I'm drunk.
either he just commented on my nose ring or he's offering me cocaine, I honestly can't tell
His sex game is strong it’s like a warlord’s dick! you know what I mean?
Nope
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