In a few years, 50 babies 50 states. Like it?
oh wait, my morality sensor is a little fucked up since I almost let my little sister's friend blow me.
come downstairs quick. our boyfriends are having a dance off in nothing but their underwear and shoes. and they have semis too.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
mimosa in my stainless steel water bottle. going green is not that bad.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
Is it just me or did a policeman park your car last night?
My glasses are somewhere in your living room. Also, my underwear might be in your bathroom or on or around your porch. Sorry.
She gave me a foot massage while her friend rode me. Your gf puked into the oscolating fan. How were our nites alike?
lets just say that i have already today: gotten drunk, got in a fight, got stranded an hour away from home, found a ride, sobered up, and slept. woken back up, and here i am. its been a long day. Day drinking is bad for friendships.
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
There was a guy on the elevator dressed as santa in flip-flops giving away beer.
The only thing that was weird was that it WASN'T weird when she got out of the shower and saw me blowing him.
Just so you know, my new pet parrot tried to bond sexually with me today. That is what Google told me. I'm not sure of its gender.