So. Camera broke because I tried to wash it under the sink, kristi had to take me home and I woke up to my computer showing me that I googled how t take more than one shot at a time. I'd say the night was a success.
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
Dude, I went home and roller-bladed into her bedroom so I didn't have a 'walk' or shame in the morning..I wouldn't talk to her unless she refereed to me as Brink
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
I got shot at today. If that doesn't get me at least a blow job I give up working on the south side
I have reached the point in my life where I realized this is what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Eat, shit , bar, drink, drank, drunk.
Someone is in my phone as "fireball girl" and keeps texting me. How do I go about finding out who it is?
I'm sorry I came to your house drunk and fed pizza to your dog.
We can't shop at Hobby Lobby anymore. They don't like Plan B which basically runs through our veins.
It's funny when you can't take a fishing boat because you fucked the captains wife
Uber driver offered to have sex with me since I went home solo. - rock bottom
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just showered sitting down cuz standing seemed like too much work, thursdays need to stop making me their bitch.
Point in my hangover when I'm honestly not sure if I'm about to puke, or shit my pants.
only 3 drinks in and he showed me his fursuit, please come pick me up
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