She has a t-rex face on a stuart little body.
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
being alone eating nachos and drinking from a giant munchen beermug really isnt that sad
First off, get on bc solely in preperation for this event. Second, as my little sister you have a lot of whore to live up to.
The main two things I remember from last night is you "spanking Katey into reality" and watching her barf in terror.
3 a.m. laundry plus 100 proof peppermint schnapps does not turn out well. Not only is there a puddle of detergent outside the laundry room that I spilled, but my clothes were found in the dryer wit a box of Franzia and a 40. Good thing I was too drunk to turn it on.
The next time you try to involve a tickle me Elmo in my orgasm, I'm leaving you
Found my wallet. It was under my dresser with a note that said "good job you found me". Drunk me is an ass.
I have grass duct taped all over my body
Fuck you, you can't judge me til you've smelt my boobs.
I still have beer shits from last weekend. Dying from dysentary is a real threat at this point.
You both sound like you need to get shit faced, fight it out, and have makeup sex.
No actually you're a pro. You puked on the cab ride, and managed to completely contain it in your purse. the cabbie was even impressed.
whatever. i just wanna get "forget my own name" wasted
no. you need to know your name so people know where to return you when you get lost.
I'm listening to a women in metal station and wearing a flannel. I may have approached peak lesbian.
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