Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
White boys cant dance....we did an empirical study
john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
Haha he acted like he's never seen a tampon catapolt across the hall before
chatroulette drinking game turned into a foursome.
i guess when we were done i grunted "unforgiveable" and walked out.
I can't make Walk of Shame Wednesdays a recurring theme.
I'm doing laundry in pjs and heels, home alone with my margarita bucket.
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
I can't even go pee because I'm making sure he doesn't run off somewhere naked.
I wish you'd make everyone's lives easier and do him already. Then we can get rid of him.
it was fucking weird. cops showed up but they appreciated our 3 story bong. and then some girl tried to steal our cheese and butter
I almost drank vegetable oil. Where were you? I needed you.
Remember when you tried to talk but you could only count by 2s?
I just gave them my two week notice. Now is the perfect time to fuck my boss's son
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