last nights makeup is better than no makeup at all.
It is obvious to me now why clam chowder & beer aren't a good combo.
it wasn't sex, it was awkward naked time.
It was confusing and full of hummus
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
The last thing I remember before blacking out was telling Jamie that she was too fat even for my standards. The first thing I remember after blacking out was waking up next to her.
i think i broke my dog last night...fuck
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
Okay, I just got to our real hotel and the YMCA may have been a better choice. A man w/ no shirt on
It's whatever. Titanic is about to be on and we have wine, which is basically crying juice. Leo, Kate, and I will be having a lovely, pants free evening.
I was so drunk last night I couldn't see faces, only from the shoulders down.
She paid me 300 bucks to spank her and call her Baby Jane. Then we drank half a bottle of sippin whiskey. I'd call it a twelve out of ten.
Dude, no, you tried to sleep on the stove. I mean. You were pissed when I stopped you... but I couldn't have you catching on fire in my house.
So here I am, sexting at work.
I woke up with my shoes on but pants in the fish tank
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