That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
My gyno actually laughed when I told her about his penis size.
So it wasn't until I came that he pointed out the glow in the dark plastic star still stuck to my forehead. Fun times.
i wanted to sleep on a waterbed so i filled up my bathtub so i could fall asleep in it...
i turned job hunting into a drinking game..
please dont pick me up from the airport dressed like a terrorist.
I also would have accepted most things ending in "job", erotic favors, and food.
So fucked up. Can't tell if I'm starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
we started the countdown to drunken sledding this weekend.
there is a money trail leading from my bathroom to my living room.. the trail ends with a half eaten bag of chips with a note that says "magical chipz".. who am i?
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
I didn't mind you coming over, just I'm quite sure most booty calls don't involve a scavenger hunt...
you missed 2am bagpipes and my roommate looking hot as fuck in a kilt
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
So, 'head before the store' turned into a fuck fest, & that's how I ended up at the grocery store smelling like a cum farm on Black Friday. How's your weekend?
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