You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
As gay men are we obligated to learn the Single Ladies dance.
it's not cheating when I paid for it
A relator touring our house this week saw the picture in our bathroom of steven passed out, yellow faced, with BALLS on his forehead, and had to ask "if that kid was alive or dead".
Getting blown during the Cavs game doesn't make it any less depressing.
There is so much to learn about oneself from autofill.
Nah, I'm just going to keep fucking him until he realizes we're perfect for each other.
Drunk puking in my bathtub has plugged it up for the third time this year. I hate these calls to my landlord.
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
The picture that pops up when I call her phone is a picture of my nipple. Just so you're forewarned.
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
I don't remember anything after falling in the ditch, but I now have confirmation that my rib is broken. Never drinking again.
I would reevaluate a bf who is happy with other guys doing me.
Now I'm having a post-sex brownie. Is this the life? I think it might be
i guess "never drinking again" is not an option when you invent a whole new level of drunk...
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