i woke up in his bed, he had my shirt on
and high school musical 3 was playing on his lap top
your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
I hope he's okay, but I also hope he shows up with an eyepatch
he wrote me a grocery list while i was passed out. every other item was gin. it went on for 4 pages.
Just had flashback to me showering u with stir fry as u rythed on the floor
I knew it was on when he was dancing on stage and I gave him a dollar so in return he ripped my tit out of my shirt and started sucking on it IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BAR.
well, I was going to forgive her anyway but not because shes my best friend and moreso because shes my drug dealer
There's a 35% chance I'm still residually drunk from last night.
And you say you're not good with numbers...
OH. MY. GOD. FUCK HIM. JUST GRAB HIM AND FUCK HIM.
I'm now drinking beer through a straw. By order of the bartender.
Holy. Crap. I just found a hickey on my bikini line. He never got my pants off. WHO IS THIS MYSTICAL HOOKUP WIZARD?
telling her she was ovary-acting wasn't the greatest idea. doing it in a text so she could see your spelling was where you really went wrong, though.
His name sounds so important....sounds like the name of my future baby daddy to me.
I gave up great shower sex to be here so don't say I never did anything for our friendship.
I just want cinnabon and vodka.
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