I know its small, but please -- stop calling it my "weenis".
after he came i started crying. just to fuck with his head.
I walk in and my mom takes one look at me and just says, ".... Consequences"
It's like a mixture of two words
"town" and "Im too drunk to spell right now"
i was wearing footie pjs. how could there be confusion as to who i hooked up with, thats not something you forget
It's been a wonderful constant drunkeness. We played Marco polo with some random like 8 yr olds in the kiddie pool.
You were jumping on the trampoline and screaming that you couldn't feel the fire.
Just once I'd like to throw a party where I don't have to clean up someone else's blood the next morning.
We never did figure out who the stuff on the wall came from, did we?
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
Tell her to buy some booze and drink away her sorrows like an adult.
I'm now drinking beer through a straw. By order of the bartender.
Cutting up lines with the edge of my birth control packet. Just reminding you this is the person you've CHOSEN to be monogamous with.
it's ok, no one ever died fom being sticky.
i've gotta research that and get back to you.
And then I remembered we banged to Beethoven & I was like you will never get this ass again
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
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