Ok, so for future reference, in Rome, "piano bar" means "brothel".
i think you walked me home, then i felt bad for putting you through the trouble so i walked you home...i'm not sure how i got home after that.
Wait time out. Did I start last night with pants?
What can I say, he stumbled upon the key to my heart: orgasms and mac 'n cheese.
We're not even buying beer. Just vodka. In pre-retrospect this was a bad idea but we're doing it anyway
Sorry I need more motivation then McDonalds and mojitos.
Just your daily reminder that we're terrible people: the average number of men a woman sleeps with in their lifetime is 4
if I open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.
I woke up this morning to a lot of blurry photos of a swan i must have chased down the riverbank and a handbag full of loose haribo.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
I just shit my pants and had a heart attack. Simultaneously. May or may not be related to this game.
It will be interesting
Isn't that your life's motto?
Did you or did you not grab my boob while I was making out with the foreign kid?
we're so committed to being not committed
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
Randomize
