Pretty sure I only gave out my other # though. You know, 777 777-7777
Hahaha. So was it a Freudian slip, or wishful thinking? ;)
Could be either seeing as you're in my phone as "3rd bar" and I couldn't pick you outta a line up.
My boss just told me $1,000 at a six hour event wouldn't be worth her time. She makes $70k a yr. and apparently never learned multiplication.
i told him to take shots to cure a hangover and he told me i was "walking the steppingstones to alcoholism"
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
She passed out on top of the bar. Still did body shots off her.
did anyone else see me puking into my coat sleeve?
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
...Then she just started hitting me with a loaf of bread.
I know you're trying to keep the moaning to a minimum but the banging on the wall is totally giving you away
I mostly enjoyed dancing with him because his boner was scratching my bug bites.
Finishing last nights 1.5L of wine and beef jerky for breakfast. Work looms, ever the prickly bitch.
Turns out floaties are a great thing after a couple bottles of vodka
You could see the bone sticking out of his shin and he insisted he was "just gunna walk it off"
I'm cooling my balls with a beer because I'm too cheap to turn on the AC
he told me he liked me . I thought we were just fuck buddies . This ruins everything!
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