I just saw how many times I called you last night. You're welcome.
he referred to my room as the tit cave...
If my bosses could see, smell or hear me right now they would understand why its a horrible idea to keep the office open sundays
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
um so slept at robs. he woke up, looked at me, and said ' oh my psychiatrists are gonna have a field day with this one' I think that's when you know you can't hang out with someone anymore
Of course it was necessary for me to call the strip club and ask what their shower policy is. Smelled like she was wiping her ass with my eyebrows during that dollar dance.
i cant wait to be back in my element of drunk, on a barstool, ive missed home
The only thought that went through my head was "that would be an absolute disaster" so of course I said yes
Man I'll cab it I'll be sloshed by then. There's turtles involved
Is the booze for tonight or the apocalypse?
Both. Pregaming the zombie party and hurricane sustenance.
I forgot her safe word. It was a rough night.
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
Some days, I wish I could get a hug from a furry muppet
He gave me a brownie at the beginning of class and now I can't feel my face.
It was beautiful and filled the audience with hope for the future. :3 I wish I could speak more but sleep werk nighty
I asked how you were doing?
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