8:17pm: So, How was fun day?
1:15am: So I just woke up in my bed in my bathing suit... I don't remember getting into bed or dinner or anything after slip n slide that happened around five... I'd say fun day was a success
At Coney Island the sign for the rollercoaster The Cyclone says, "Make sure your glasses and weave are secure."
I seriously need 2 stop fake jacking off in peoples faces at work...the I.T. Guy just showed me the security surveillance tapes.
Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
All you kept saying was "my dick ALWAYS causes problems".
Moral of the story: If you're gonna throw a glass of wine in a guy's face, don't do it in your own kitchen.
I was riding her and she yelled "fuck me" then someone in the room next door yelled "you don't have to say it if youre doing it."
I need to stop getting so excited when a guy unzips his pants and its bigger than my boyfriends. I look like a kid in a candy store.
Lets be real here, you loved it when I was on top. With and without the machete.
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
I don't question myself. That's what I have you for.
I'm honored.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
They say find what you're good at... Evidently that's showing up late for everything, drinking, and eating cheese for me.
He nailed that bed down really well so it won't break again. All I could think while he was nailing it was "challenge accepted".
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