At the bar. Guy comes up wearing a hollister shirt and says "lets blow this popsicle stand"
You fucking left with him didn't you?!
got them to do a wheelbarrow of shame down the sidewalk after the threesome. I rule
I'm buying a pregnancy test with my lunch money. Classy.
Covered in glitter and dick. 2010 feels a lot like 2009.
I hit her tiny dog with a horseshoe an hour ago. Her and her mom cried as it laid on the ground shaking. Im drunk.
since you saved your number in my phone as "the hot chick you met last Friday" I don't know who you are either
Just did it in a room with glowing stars to Peter Gabriel's down to earth on shrooms. This is like god
I'd like to stay optimistic, but I have this nagging suspicion my penis is in for a disappointing holiday weekend.
There are panties and mini bottles of Fireball in my purse. Except for the broken toe incident, I'd say last night was probably a success.
Check the mailbox while you're out!
I already looked this morning. You go check and see what you won on Ebay after your day drinking spree.
I hat to flip my "days since last bad decision" chart back to zero. So...yeah. Sigh.
The sex is great, I just think it'd be better if we listened to Deftones during it.
I am available for nakedness
he was wearing a pyjama shirt under a dress shirt under a hoodie under a robe under a rain poncho the man was prepared for anything
I could be the Kenny Powers of Sex Therapists.
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