Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
(, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
« Go Back | See The Full Thread
it was the moment afterwards when she stood back up, drenched in vomit, and went to kiss me again that I declined.
I was drunk but not that drunk.
(, Mon 13 Apr 2009, 1:04, Reply)
« Go Back | See The Full Thread