getting drunk 2nite who wants to have some silly conversations
might even fuck around and post a picture of myself and regret it
2ich kann nicht aufhören mich zu betrinken,
deshalb werd ich in Leiden versinken
und in Kummer ertrinken.
1Heyyyy! Yesterday i had a crazy night out. It started at 7 oclock when I was sitting in bed ready to go to sleep. My friend called me and asked if I wanted to drink some wine. I happily said yes and made my way over to hers. It was very fun and i drank a lot. When i woke up for school this morning I was still drunk. It was a bit annoying but I survived. It wasn’t until the mathslesson that I got sooooo hungover. it was crazyy!!!
Now my head is killing me I can not dothis anymore omg. Thanks to my awesome friend i survived the day.
Hope yall have a nice evening see ya tomorrow!
2The other night I was invited out for a night with “the girls.”
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight. “I promise!”
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3 a.m., a bit blitzed, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him midnight.
He didn’t seem disturbed at all. (Whew! Got away with that one!).
Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
When I asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, "Oh, crap,” cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted.“0looking for more blogs to reblog from, so interact w this post or any of my posts if you reblog or post:
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Imagine that one day Aziraphale wake up with a terrible headache and can’t remember what happened yesterday. Then, he open his eyes and see Gabriel and Belzebuth right front of him. Near him there is Crowley, and it goes like :
Gabriel : Can you remember what happened yesterday night ?
Aziriphale and Crowley : No.
Belzebuth : You get married at Las Vegas.
Aziraphale, trying to defend himself : Crowley tempt me !
Crowley : I want a divorce.
1Alright, haven’t posted a smut in a while cuz I’m ultra lazy, but figured I should still do something.
You and I have been friends for years, since junior high. We were friends in high school and then college. We decide to room together and rent an apartment. One night we’re invited to a party. All in all, it was really fun. We get fairly buzzed, but a friend of ours takes up the mantel of driving various guests home. He drops us off and we get in our apartment. We drink a little more, and eat some pizza. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but I chuckle how funny it would be if we had sex. You chuckle in response, but you admit you wouldn’t mind it. We drink some more and as we keep talking, you point out that I’m hard, a bulge in my pants. I challenge you, asking “What’re ya gonna do about it” in a slur. You take me by surprise with “I’m gonna fuck you”. You smirk and take your top and bra off. In my drunken stupor, I focus on your breasts. Somehow I get harder. You pull me into a kiss, and I respond in kind. I don’t notice, but you were pulling off my pants. You pull away and sat up. I groan as I feel slide onto my cock. I am beyond words as I watch you bounce on my shaft. I confess, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you…”. Imagine my surprise when you reply “I’ve always wanted to have sex with you…I always wanted to be yours.”. Your words don’t only add to the euphoria, but enhance it entirely. I tilt my head back, moaning at how good you feel. I grab your hips, which are nice and wide. The feeling of your skin, of your body on mine. In the haze I hear you cry out “Cum inside me! Please cum inside me!”. And I oblige, releasing the biggest load I’ve ever shot into you. Deep into you. We both climax and pass out. But in the heat of passion, we forgot you were ovulating. In the weeks that followed, you reveal to me the result of our night of lust. We’re going to be parents. And honestly? We’re incredibly happy about it.
16I am currently too drunk to properly sit in my shower and I find this extremely amusing.
1I am dying for a connection
Where is your heart in the darkest hours?
We couldn’t keep track of the few minutes between 2 and 3am
We are no different from each other -
lost with our hungry demons who only tell the truth, only make the moves our aching feet cannot.
Brain went to sleep an hour ago, the regrets will come pounding in a few or so.
These moments are saved for the lonely.
Pressure against a wall, feel it in our chests.
Spin around once, now we are dancing in a mess.
Last call for the night
The unsure people go without.
So I’ll ask you one more time,
Can you leave me with your heart tonight?
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