And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
When the tupperware hit the highway it was like a vomit bomb
I'm also 3/4 on the frats. Its like my goal of traveling to all 7 continents, but different somehow and a lot less morally sound.
I had such a pleasant walk of shame. The sun was shining, I smiled at all the high school suckers who judged me on their way to school, and I made friends with an old guy and his dog.
WHY does every guy I sleep with want to fix my car?!
Saved a life and got us a free vacuum cleaner (and learned vacuum is not spelled "vacumn"). Get on my level.
I was woke up by the fucking Star Spangled Banner this morning. I sat up in bed and put my hand over my naked heart. I was so confused
He sent me a text from across the party that said "your sexy." I just couldn't.
Walk of shaming into my apartment. No one to clap me in. Come home!
Then a third Canadian I didn't know showed up to the hotel room at like 3am. I let him sleep in our bed because he had pizza.
he couldn't get a boner so he asked me to sing you shook me all night long to his penis. I think it was weirder that it actually worked
I'm fucking blazing boy. 5hr weed sauce kicked in and my entire face feels like an 8ball of gold bond flying down a mountain of Fresh powder. Just gliding.
Eh, I don't question what my penis likes. It just does what it does.
We need to find out what drug we took so we can take it everyday from here on out
wow. that really looks like a penis. not a top hat
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