My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
What part of "waking up in the crawl space of my house with a raccoon" sounds like a good night to you?
I just had a flashback to last nights party, I'm pretty sure I told most of the people there that I post a masturbation schedule for an iCal download.
I'm at the bar and they've turned up lady gaga to cover the sound of the fire alarm.
Also, our mothers are placing bets on which of us will get pregnant first.
Exactly, finding that perfect flask to come with you on all your adventures is like finding the perfect wedding dress. You have to feel it.
Euphemism? No, "pantsless vodka yoga" is a legitimate pastime of mine
Give us adventure or give us cock. Or cocktails.
that's just what you get for learning massage techniques from gay porn
I bet he'd be real motivational during sex. And he'd probably make you call him superman.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
I'm sorry I didn't respond. I had a shit day. However, I just masturbated to Adele's Rolling In the Deep while crying. It was oddly therapeutic.
A good drinking club with a running problem, improves endurance in both I have observed this evening.
2 for 1 beer results in multiples of 2 so what should be a beer or two becomes 4 or 6. But running, alleviates the need for a DD.
We single women of America need to make America great again by refusing to fuck anyone who supports Trump.
Why are there four guys spooning on the living room floor?
They're still there? Shit. They were supposed to leave after they hugged it out.
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