part of me always dies a little when i go to the "2 women seeking 1 man" section in craigslist's casual encounters to find nothing there. it's tragic
You stayed up for three hours wasted, feeding my rabbit 2 1/2 boxes of girl scout cookies.
Changed my mind. Wearing a dress. Casual, with a side of breasts.
I think I'm on the verge of a really slutty period in my life
It is. We should just be drunk all the time forever everything is like just 90% more perfect
We fucked to the rythmn of the thunder, it was magical
In other news, I apparently ate my retainers while rolling last night.
My father is flirting with a transexual server at hamburger mary's. We can never tell him.
We were apparently using marine hand signals to communicate to one another where to meet up in the house to hook up.
Didn't even know I knew marine hand signals.
Just killed a snake in my bed! And by killed I mean hit repeatedly with my fist. And by snake I mean a lump in the covers. And I pissed my pants.
Blacked out and Irish exited last night. At dinner. On a Sunday.
You thought they were asking for volunteers for a karaoke contest so you jumped up not realizing it was actually a "last 3 minutes boxing match". But you took that right hook like a champ.
This is Ryan, Kristin's husband. I don't know if you meant to send that pic to me at 3am. You may want to call Kristin. Neat piercing though.
Dude get over here. Steven brought super soakers filled with colored vodka.
Just realized I've spent more nights sleeping on bathroom floors the last two weeks than in my own bed. It's time to reevaluate my life.
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