I have to tell you about my conversation with the cloud dragon!
There is something about drinking on a golf course and getting with younger women that just really makes me feel at home.
i just kept saying he was red & i was blue and we couldnt become purple. I started crying at one point
there was a trail of blood coming out of one of the bathroom stalls. thought of you
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
I AM THERE IN SPIRIT, TICKLING YOUR BALLS
How am I supposed to be friends with him when there's an exact replica of his dick in my underwear drawer?
Speaking of fellatio on fictional characters, the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man would be a delicious blowjob.
Do you have paint?
Paint? I wish
OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING
don't do it for the experience, do it for the story. now get your ass in that bedroom
I don't remember anything after falling in the ditch, but I now have confirmation that my rib is broken. Never drinking again.
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
I'm sorry I lead life with my vagina.
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
Ever look at an ex and wonder...was I drunk that entire relationship??
Yes, yes I do.
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