I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
he just tried to lick my eyebrow. thats the deal breaker.
im the poster child for why you shouldnt play beer pong with wine.
Woke up with puke in my bed and my pockets full of Tootsie Rolls.
Jealous.
He walked into the party with a case on one shoulder and a boom box on the other of course I fucked him
He apologized for his naked psychotic episode and then we had goodbye sex on his sailboat
hey dude come in here and see how much of my beard i can put in my mouth!
Well, it's hard to say. Last night he puked a perfect circle around him on the floor, and then sat in it insisting it would protect him from the smoke monster. He's was still there last time I checked.
If the blood belongs to whoever dumped glitter all over my couch than the motherfucker got what was coming to them. If not, I hope they're ok.
I may or may not be wearing slippers and a TMNT hat. This thing better not have a dress code.
Prob because you've thrown up alot. As long as its not like pure blood you're fine. Drink water.
I was like sure, i'll have a drink or two to end the night early. Next thing i know theres a ton of dudes in my house and like 3 gallons of wine. I cant do anything in moderation.
Well I'm trying out this whole "not sleep with a stranger thing"
That's silly... just silly. And by silly I mean unrealistic.
Steven and I talked about running for office again today. It's fucked that my 3 dream jobs are marijuana bakery owner, bar owner, and president.
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