When we ran out of red solo cups we switched to Starbucks cups for beer pong... Who doesn't want to live in Seattle?
the can pyramid on my head actually reached a decent height before I moved.
Even after projectile vomiting watermelon on the beach, it still sounds appetizing.
The liquor store wont accept checks from us anymore.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I guess I just got drunk and ordered a mini fridge off the internet. At least now I know the 200$ that was missing from my checking account wasn't spent on lap dances only.
Your job is getting in the way of our day drinking. Shots on the hour are not as cool alone.
I thought it went well, but he just sent me a video of me sucking an icicle on the fire escape of his building with the caption "The ice got more than I did." Somehow I feel like I owe him a blowjob.
Yea I saw a friend of yours carrying your limp body somewhere
Also I've been at work for an hour and I've already been "honey"d "babe"d and "beautiful"d by three separate men. Apparently hungover with yesterdays make up looks good on me.
And then you refused to pee in anything but a sink
Plus my dignity needs a night alone with me.... Oh that's right. I lost it last night
He stopped mid sex to pour wine in my mouth...
Marry him.
I'm naked and there are two trees and a yield sign
Be right there
that is very illegal...i love you.
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