So I just went home and made my own spanx by cutting the legs off of a pair of nylons. I'm either a genius or missed my calling to live in a trailer park.
Its about making memories worth repressing
there needs to be a build-a-bong store...
I shaved my legs finally. I am starting to remember what my skin feels like.
It was so delicious I was introducing it to people. Guy from my psych class was like "This is my girlfriend, Erica," and I was like, "This is my milkshake, Oreo."
is there a reason why there is cup of piss in the fridge?
no
i was wearing footie pjs. how could there be confusion as to who i hooked up with, thats not something you forget
Going home with an argentinian named sulvio. Ill let you know how it goes.
Ill trade u your bra for a run to the liquor store...
Also, hurry up because I don't like drinking alone. I'm still doing it, but I don't like it.
Can we do a version of last night where I actually remember shit?
I learn from experience and I experienced what it would be like to completely lose my mind and then wake up with a stab wound.
He ate the contents of an ashtray and didn't puke, I think he can handle drinking a fifth to himself.
If I spent my amateur stripper money does that mean I am cleansed of my sins?
I hate when I wake up and find my vibrator next to me. Such a waste of an orgasm...getting myself off in my sleep and not remembering
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