happiness is walking an amphibious rodent on a leash
capt morgan doesn't hurt if you honestly believe it's golden flavored kool-aid.
maybe you should start leaving anonymous bottles of booze on his doorstep with love notes attatched. that always gets me.
You did not just play the dead husband card again.
she was carrying the quesadilla around the bar like a security blanket
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
Saturday at 4 is jello wrestling sponsored by the senior class council. That's why my school is awesome. Boom.
Let the vodka take you where it will. Like Pocahontas, but wasted
He sent me a blank text message. That's a booty call waiting to happen
When I woke up next to him on the living room floor, my glasses were broken and it felt like someone rubbed a cactus all over my vag
Plus he is a pilot so I could give him flight dome
the sex was good. her showing me pictures of her 4 year old daughter afterwards was not.
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
Also we're getting drunk and sledding down Caroline street. See you soon.
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