Yup, you guessed it. FP cried off again.
At 8:30 PM, I got fed up waiting for him to declare his intentions and asked if he was heading out.
He wasn't. He was hungover.
He could have bloody said that during the afternoon when I first asked him if he was going to the pub.
Fucking idiot.
Booty Time.
I'm pretty sure I've commented on this before, but back in the day, around the same time that I briefly hooked up with FBS, she woul...
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