Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
she told me her two favorite things were grocery stores and dick.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
If I ever die and svu has to come to my murder scene make sure they know I don't wear underwear always so it might not be as bad as they think
Come down. Bring Jorts. We're getting ready for this tricycle race like champions.
Feeling better?
I can stand long enough to do the dishes finally. Been trying that all day.
I tried to convince the Lobo Card people to take my pic with my sunglasses on because I will probably always be this hungover.
I just won a riveting game of "who can drink the most vodka out of a hollowed out watermelon". Fucking New Yorkers.
That sounds promising. I'm twerking to human nature.
I threw up in a flower pot outside the bar last night and have a date tonight....I think I missed something
i just need to find someone who enjoys eating frozen waffles as much as I do. It will be perfect.
Well, we all woke up in drag with no memory of why we were in drag. On the plus side, this shade of lipstick looks really good on me.
I just jacked off to nostalgia.
There's a bull to ride and dancing on the bar is encouraged. This is my heaven. And this is why god made leopard tube tops.
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
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