Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
He completely dissapeared at the baseball game. We found him passed out at the hotel three hours later with souviner photos of himself at the top of the Sears Tower.
I would not wish his dick upon my worst enemy
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
Drunk in burger king. Having it our way. Free fries. M&m sundaes.
Seeing the pictures of him and i, I'm giving whiskey the win on this one. Definitely had beer goggles.
He always tells me he misses my clit. I feel like I should make a drinking game out of it
I was like a damn cattle dog, I separated all the sheep, I can wing man for anyone on this campus.
I'm shoveling snow with a camel-pack full of beer in a blizzard. I love snow days as an adult!!!
WHY IS IT FROWNED UPON THE DRESS UP IN CAT COSTUMES AND SIT OUTSIDE OF BARS WITH A BOX OF WINE I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA
I think the saddest part about my sex life is that most of it is pity sex.
Be my booze princess bebe. I'll rescue you from the lame tidings you are confined to up in the sober castle.
He cannot be your sugar daddy. He looks like a literal hot dog.
Is it sad the checkout lady had to inform my mom she can't buy alcohol before 8am?
I look over and the both of you are naked, and he's eating chicken nuggets off the floor
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