Yeah. My legs are trembling...hard to walk. Feels like a neon arrow is pointing at me saying "just had sex (with not his wife)"
epic walk of shame this morning involving 2 subway transfers. I need to start sexing locally.
Pretty girls always come out on top. Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends.
She asked me to facebook all the girls I'd hooked up with. She started crying when I started my search with A.
In the middle of switching positions, we shared a line of coke. It's was like a modern-day 'Lady and the Tramp.'
I'm pretty sure this is how polyamorous relationships begin.
Like if there was an award for best way to take a girls virginity, he would get a standing ovation. And first prize. Probably a bunch of roses too. That good.
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
if you didn' use the plastic sword on the cop. maybe this wouldn't have happened.
He drank his beer out of his own shoe. Its his "party trick"
We made out a little and then he gave me some weed. I would say it was a pretty productive stop on my way home
All I can think about are the cheese it's on my desk at work this morning. Like are those apologetic cheese it's or does he seriously think he still has a shot..
He's like a sexy bearded lumberjack who likes wine.. I can't lose..
He drove me to my therapist appointment because I was too drunk to drive. Total keeper.
I cannot, in good conscience, let you talk to a guy who wears Chaps and a knit beanie
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