I'm pretty sure that every show on ABC Family could be turned into a drinking game.
so when I got there he was dressed as jesus in a recliner drinking whiskey out of the bottle watching spanish porn. Then kept shouting dont judge me or ill judge you. we didn't even go to a halloween party.
he is the anna nicole to my 90 year-old billionaire. i'm grateful that he's fucking me, so i'm buying him shit.
For the amount I put out, I should be going on way more dates.
Thank God for cruise control and the Starbucks cup I had to puke in.
All he was doing was sitting in the car, staring. We asked him what was wrong and he just turned, smiled, and said "everything has its own pair of boots"
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
you grabbed the waitors dick and yelled '2nd base' and then he gave you his number. I hate your life.
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
I kept petting the scarves and telling customers to "feel that shit"
Stop drinking at work.
I still feel like a bad person. A shoulder to cry on became a dick to suck.
hes that one kid that offered to spoon after staring at me for 5 minutes
Our drunk hook up was interrupted by the delivery guy. When he came back to my room we ate the gyros and went back to sex like we didn't take a lunch break.
He tried to get me to go back to his place on the condition that he has 6 cats. I was very tempted but I said no. Hoping to go see the cats tomorrow
We're at an agreement where I don't pry and she pretends blissful ignorance
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