i cvme to yuor rooom...wherer are youf?
please be gone before i get back
whatever. i fb stalked him and his pic comments are witty. so i'm going for it.
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
dude thats like the second time shes peed on the couch at a party. we cant invite her anymore
Making and watching you take a mixed shot with vodka, chocolate syrup, tobasco sauce, cranberry juice, and sundried tomato juice wasnt the highlite of my night. Hearing you puking from downstairs was.
Yes, yes she is. This will teach her not to pull her vibrator out and harass people with it at parties.
my mom just cut me up lemons and limes so i would have some vitamins with my tequlia
THAT WAS PROBABLY MY ONE CHANCE TO SLEEP WITH A MAN NAMED BORIS AND YOU RUINED IT.
he literaly had a hockey helmet on and was swan diving off the couch onto the coffee table.
This shit I'm taking feels like I've eaten every burrito in the world and chased that with an aquarium of hot sauce.
It is very possible that having sex with you just now just got me into Yale
next time we make out at a concert please try to refrain from screaming out our hotel room number.. the amount of guys that knocked on our door after you passed out was ridiculous
Of course I understand. Thou shalt never turn down a free meal or drink. It's one of the commandments of being a girl.
Like a gentleman I waited until you were done vomming to start my Big Mac.
I told him. He hasn't said anything. Crying and holding cats is probably what is happening.
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