Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
I was also standing on my bed with a road cone pounding on the ceiling at 3am. Not sure why
I may still return these pants. Depends how much they smell like alcohol by tmrw morning. I've already spilled once.
I'm not an expert but calling her the "hot lesbian" isn't going to coerce her into a 3some with you
I poured myself a glass of chocolate chips at some point during the evening.
He wears a hat. All the time. Even during sex. And I'm okay with that.
I'm sitting in the corner at the bar with a poolstick in case a brawl breaks out. Some crazy shit is going down and I'm trying to show my feathers like a horny peacock.
so how does soaking flintstones gummy vitamins in vodka not make perfect sense
We shall study the pictures later and see if his penis is worth my time.
Your boobs are like a big quesadilla marker
okay the fridge is completely filled only with alcohol. Not even exaggerating. There is no food.
Sometimes I wonder if we're going to make it to 40.
i went out at 5pm and cant remember anything until 3am...i was at the bus stop parking lot running around doing the Arrested Development chicken calls.
I have no reason to put on pants anymore. This is my new reality.
it's like he didn't even know what a vagina was
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