We had sex in his tahoe, talked about how we don't love each other and then high fived twice. Best Day Ever
home. puking in laundry basket.
I mean, it really isn't YOUR car until you have sex in it.
i just farted in the library and heard some girl yell it was sulfur gas. can. not. move.
it's all just a bunch of faces and i remember what the floor looked like.
Ladies, we have an appointment at David's Bridal aurora this coming Sunday at 3pm. And an appointment at where ever tequila is served at noon.
I don't know what it is about vodka that make me ruin relationships.
I concluded last night that you have no tear ducts, heart, or sense of any feeling.
I inadvertently smoked 6 blunts at one time. We just kept passing them around...I didn't know what happened until it was over. I can't walk.
i should probably stop thinking with my vagina, and start using that $70, 000 education i can't afford. what the fuck.
Someone keeps hanging up bible verse posters in the bathroom stall I masturbate in at work.
No we were too stoned to stop you from wiping the peanut butter all over the car.
just call my name and ill be there, if we are puking, beating up bitches, or pickin up men, OR avoiding wierd men, so many situations require a wingman
I woke up with my converse still on and a plate of pasta next to my face, if that gives you any indication of how my night went
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
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