He seemed more like the type to get donkey punched by a she-male hooker to me
no, he came in my armpit
final count. 18 beers. 4 shots baileys. 2 shots vodka. 1 glass champagne. vomited in the yard after losing my phone in a field for 8 hours. Possibly played tag with myself
walkin home..,.jsut saw the cheshire cat
watch out for the queen of hearts
fuucck i forgot ab her
8am blowjobs give a whole new meaning to morning breath..
he told me he expects me to keep the fangs on when i go down on him. presumptuous, yes, but man after my own heart.
they call him Oral-B. enough said
I actually don't know if I can stand up. I just know better than to try
WE COULD TOTALLY DO ECSTASY AND GO TO THAT CAT SHELTER OFF OF BROADWAY.
I vote we get high and sneak off to McDonald's to get mcflurries.
YES. ALL MY YES.
Go forth my friend, but don't do any of that fruitful and multiplying shit.
I'd just like to inform you. That when I was at bvj the first day I was blackout drunk by noon. Get on past Chelsea's level like now. Do it for present Chelsea
I loaned him a tie and then had to tie it for him. I'm like his weird lesbian girlfriend.
I'm going to the store to get corona, salad, and blunt wraps...
Same way I cope with everything else. With dildos, dunkin and depeche mode
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