By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
we seriously had to hang a plastic bag on his ears so he could throw up right into it.
He showed up to the Seder drunk and tried to convince everyone that he could read Hebrew.
Mental note: adding peach schnapps to a gin and tonic does not "water it down."
I just called my cat a slut and she responded. Proudest moment ever.
my mom said i couldn't bring cigarettes cause it was a family trip, which was really irresponsible of her because now i have to walk around the beach drunk trying to find someone with cigarettes.
well its a long story but basically i overcame many cockblocks
do you think she knows her nickname is brickface?
the fact that we had sex in the dining hall makes it seem so much more like home.
Well going home with a Ralph Lauren model helped me get over him real fuckin' quick. Would recommend it for all women going through breakups
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
My bad man. I was at a strip club, and apparently it's like a big deal to take your phone out in one of those places.
That tampon felt like a stick in my vagina, I am never making a drunken tampon choice again. Friends don't let friends choose tampons drunk.
Refresh my memory....were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?
My son's girlfriend just thanked me for having good penis genes.
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