To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
you were trying to give my penis an indian burn.
I have shoes on. No pants. And my jacket pockets are full of ketchup and grass. Yes. Good night.
I'm in class. I'm not opening a page with the words "death erection" in the link. There's people behind me lol.
Having a dry hump session to Alvin and the chipmunks surprisingly didn't kill the mood. He's that good.
I could barely talk to the cabbie and I was text bombing everyone. They need to make an auto timer app to prevent people like me from belligerent late night harrassing. And I was seeing double... Prob would have tried to give your leg a bj and then fallen down the stairs.
When we were grinding I think your nuva ring fell into my shoe
You were in your third change of clothes, and I found you in my driveway passed out with my dog's food bowl. You win.
I may or may not have puked in the ladies room. Now I get to convince my client to go to substance abuse treatment. Oh, the irony.
And suddenly....Tubas. Tubas everywhere.
I'm so annoyed. We're about to buy groceries for the week and at this point I'm hoping to sustain myself on pure alcohol.
Dude. $3 Jack n Cokes AND Cheesesticks... Find me tomorrow plz
I'm a shining star this evening. Dancing with a cane in rite aid now. I should be kept under survaillance.
He said they were his favorite shoes.. So I threw one down the sewer. Now he'll keep searching the house for the other one. Sweet silent revenge.
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