If facebook stalking was a job I would totally pown it
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I even made an effort to dress like a conservative young lady who doesnt black out and throw up in her bed regularly today.
You kept buying everyone Washington apple shots, and telling us we needed to support local produce.
So my earrings and necklace kept jingling and hitting him in the face, and he told me felt like he was fucking a Christmas tree
It's like God knew that was my ex's best friend and punished me. I've never vomited that much in my life.
He was going nice and slow, then he yelled " BOONNEESTOORRMM!!!!!". I can't walk straight.
She passed out in the backyard, making "face down" snow angels ... so they could have a smile.
hanging out with you guys is like living the wikipedia entry for drugs...not sure i can handle that tonight.
If you spent as much time trying to get laid as you do masturbating you would surpass all of us.
PS- I just ordered a two man zebra costume. Would you like to be my back end?
I think we did. All i know my pants smell like pong water due to the bathroom extravagansa. God I feel like a whore.
i know. like I have the nerve to talk about poverty. I eat peanut butter out of the jar.
Went to take a shower. Brought my wine, forgot my towel.
Liquor has joined the party. Aly just fucking yelled "I LOVE COOKING" and poured margarita mixer, ice and tequila into the blender.