Did you see Brett Michaels get knocked on his ass?
Hurt me personally.
Knocked his cowboy hat off... Bandanna was still good though
of all places to pass out....why right in front of our RA's door? OF ALL PLACES.
I've started making all these amazing things...like bananas rolled in doritos..bandritos.
The last thing I remember is ordering two Martinis while yelling 'CAN YOU PUT THAT IN ONE GLASS?'
He lectured me about the dangers of drugs while wearing a sombrero and doing interpretive dance.
Good point, clearly my love of penis contributed to my torn knee ligament.
Between the walk of shame, bar fight, karaoke, injuries, number of bar check-ins, and variety/quantity of alcohols and Advil consumed, I'd say HookerFest 2012 was a raging success.
It's end St Patricks day. I'm gonna need a leash. And a bib. And a rain check on anything considered dignifying.
And don't try to lose a condom in me tonight. My vagina is not a storage compartment where you can just leave something and try and use it again later in the week.
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
I haven't had to masterbate since I started dating him over a year ago. I don't even know if I remember how and my vagina is calling.
I got stoned and explored ice caves with a guy who photographs dildos for a living. I win.
He also reminds me slightly of a pirate which i find strangely attractive
All I'm saying is Europe has not been easy on my vagina.
On a brighter more disgusting note...... I think I just shart myself but I'm too afraid to find out.
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