Hey! Thanks for asking, but it didnt go well. He threw up in the car on the way to dinner. Blind dates arent for everyone.
The story about him having a girlfriend changed real fast when he found out that I was a gymnast
I've really got to stop smuggling half full bottles of beer out of bars in my purse.
I have no idea what happened after 2 AM. I woke up on my bike, in my bed, with a deep thigh bruise.
you kept going on about how you couldnt haven been the one throwing up because you were peeing in circles.
I walked into his room and he was naked with a half eaten pecan pie and a bottle of wine.
Except if I'm having sex. In which case you're in the bed with us or out of the room. No halfsie participation.
We did a lot of coke and Bedazzled the couch. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
So I just got drugs from a house with a giant cross on it. Thank you, Jesus.
The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here
ORGASMS AND PIZZA
PIZZA AND ORGASMS
fuck you I'm eating salad I can't be drunk.
I basically go to him for great dick and great memes.
If you wake up, and some of your hair is singed off, it probably has something to do with the lit cigarette you put in your hair. You said it could double as a bobby pin...?
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