Hurry. And bring back up. SHE WON'T STOP TALKING.
[insert really romantic bullshit about how much i love you and how beautiful you are so you will suck my dick tonight]
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
in respone to your voicemail you left me on saturday, yes i had gone to bed and no i was not still drinking at 5am
noooo, I woke up on his pack porch and the SUN WAS RISING. I saw red lights everywhere and heard sirens so I just ran for my life.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
You broke into someone's house and stole a pan of lasagna.
Just got a blowjob on the pier where my great-grandfather entered America.
karaoke mosh pit has descended into fisticuffs, send backup
I was passed out in a dog food bowl tor two hours. Just tapped my dinner beer. I love homecoming.
CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR COME ON MAN LET'S DO THIS
Its a shame I cant put 'bomb ass head game' on my resume.
I tried to cut you?! I'm sorry! PS where's my hair?
I just found three upside down bottles of grapejuice in a triangle around the air freshener above my toilet... I guess it was one of those nights
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
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