That was a long time ago. She needed the money.
Just got head while drinking hot cocoa and eating cookies. Never in my life have I felt more like santa claus
Must be January. Theres a fat chick on an elliptical wearing khaki capris. Someone doesnt own any workout clothes
he woke me up at 3 am to ask me where my plunger, a towel, and staples were. i'm afraid to go into my bathroom.
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
If I remember who won the superbowl tomorrow morning.. I think I'm just going to quit drinking. There really won't be a point anymore
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
making out was so insane. it felt like our tongues were paintbrushes made of waves and we were painting an ocean galazy
I can't ever date him again. Whenever I see his face I just remember helplessly pissing myself in my car.
Ps I just used the "If you give a mouse a cookie" defense in a real life situation. Suck it
I want to go out and have good clean fun.
Ok, but that does not include Bud Light Platinum and your vagina.
As I read your response saying I need a tan before I can become a go-go dancer, a girl cane up to work and gave me 10 coupons for 100 days of tanning for a dollar.
This is fate. You were destined to be a stripper.
You very well can't change your mind now. It would upset the natural flow of life.
My gay card got upgraded to platinum status today.
tried to make it look like I had been conscious/awake and out all day when I stumbled into cvs at 6pm to buy plan B
update: I failed
The Vicodin is in the strawberries.