we'll hang out once this whole, "your friends are robbers and drug addicts" thing blows over with my parents.
I dig being used for consequence free sex. Not consequenceful sex.
I woke up and he had cut my bangs and put makeup on me.
I don't care how good they make you look, you've got to stop sleeping with gay guys.
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
Last time I went to flagstaff I threw up in my beard. I would very much like to recreate that moment.
Dave used his AAA card to get my car towed to my house so I could get drunk. Evil genius.
Apparently I walked to Denny's in the pouring rain without shoes just socks last night. Excellent.
Taking a shit on the side of the road is not how I imagined this morning would start.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
I met his dad. Turns out he was a one nighter from the nurses conference in Vegas. Not sure how to handle this one.
Clearly, you already have. Both of them.
Only you could successfully troll for dick at a Hillel bake sale.
I believe you would have been proud of me last night.. I was chasin Fireball shots with Jack and Coke. Guess there's a reason they call me Whiskey Woman.
you flipped over the sheets and there was my bed. filled with ding dongs.
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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