can we please move this conversation out of my vagina?
I'm torn. Shes everything I ever wanted, but I just cant get past the story about having drunken sex with her dog in high school.
Is it bad that we're talking like nothing happened?
Ah. Blossoming love after wild blackout drunk sex.
i feel like i was in a swimming pool of captain and coke and had to drink my way out
he got a charlie horse midthrust which triggered my orgasm we're still sorting this out.
I woke up this morning covered in blood and peanut butter. I am now safe from vampires with nut allergies.
I smell like lime and condoms and I really want a waffle. Fuk
why does drunk me think that doing things like throwing up on my desk and all over my 15 page lab report is okay
we all thought you were asleep. he found you an hour later sitting outside in the snow lighting a bowl, singing the CatDog theme song, and hugging a box a Franzia.
God is tempting me with everything tonight. Brownies and dick, mostly.
And now let us go forth, and be garbage people in public.
Isn't that our default mode?
If he comes over I probably get to fuck him and if he doesn't I don't have to pay him the $60 I owe him for weed. It's a win-win situation.
I blame everything on you. My broken heart, my fucked up liver and my twisted mind.
Not sure what you smoked, but you put raw bacon on the lazy Susan and spent 45 minutes looking at it and mumbling Meat Spin
You think you can just send me a picture of your dick and everything will be ok?
Yep.
Randomize
