I don't know where I am, but its a Goosebumps novel waiting to happen.
She told me that she had to rub her face against me because she was part cat.
i may or may not have just grinded on your dog thinking it was my boyfriend
she kicked me out for pissing in the recycling bin. I mean, is it really THAT big of a deal?
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
No room in fridge, chilling wine in snow. Do NOT let the dog pee on it.
he laminated a picture of his dick.
Woke up chewing my pillow from a dream where I was scarfing Cajun pasta from TGI Friday's. That's a new level of fat, even for us
can we get together and have a vodka water gun fight? i need to get som intense excersise/alcohol
Regular drunk falling on flat ground did not prepare me for drunk falling into a pile of firewood.
Well we're either getting a bunny or I'm getting you pregnant in about 12 days.
I just don't remember. It's like I went to bed on July 3rd.. and woke up on the 5th. Nothing.
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice
Now i know i wasnt that drunk... So why are there texts of me volunteering for a nude photo shoot for an art major student?
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