I've been reduced to Capt. Morgan and Golden Girls reruns. Ugh.
Learn some fucking English or leave me alone! "Your" is for something that belongs to you, like 'your herpes'. And "you're" is a contraction for "you are", like "you're not sleeping with me".
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
what did you hear about me?
that you are a very nice girl and a pleasure to be around
that was hard to say and not laugh
You wouldn't let me clean the puke off your face because I'd mess up your cat whiskers. Now that's dedication.
I found bruises on my neck from barfing out the window.
He is making me drink his THC water out of a milk jug.
I just peed in a flower pot on the veranda while crying and holding a drink
I woke him up with a blow job and he started sing "oh the USAAAA. IT'S GOING TO BE S BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYY"
Of course it may just be the context. A dish of dog food would look lovely next to your breasts.
I'm on the same pooping schedule as a professor I've never had. He now says what's up to me in the hallway
She told me she loves wine, but hates the mud butt the next day. Dude, way to much info on a second date.
Currently googling hangover cures, which looks a lot like working from the perspective of my boss.
Sorry my phone died. Obviously four o'clock in the morning is a good time to tell you this.
Apparent my drunk ass was so dedicated to taking a piss, when I walked across the dance floor to get to the bathroom a 9/10 broad tried to dance with me and I just pushed her aside, like hard enough to send her a few feet from where she was standing, pointed at her and said "Not now chief, gotta rock a mean one."
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