Well all I remember is going to sleep being big spoon to you and waking up being little spoon to *****
Sometimes I find that I've been touching my boob(s) without even realizing it.
Hey can we break in your window? We need to borrow the dog.
so, she was so drunk she tried stabbing me with a corn dog stick
oh god my hair smells like rotten vegetables, sweat, and tequila. I wanna party with your neighbors every night.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
Btw he dated my mom. You're Eskimo siblings with my mom. Good job.
You need to get laid. You spent last night stumbling through the club pulling couples apart and telling them to leave room for Jesus.
I got to see a stripper that did magic last night. It was glorious.
Sorry, I was watching the Olympic story about the Canadian guy and drinking out of the prescription bottle and crying because it was so beautiful.
we could do so many fantastic illegal things together. sexually and otherwise.
Although now I have "number of cheese slices" as a unit of boob measurement in my head.
Oh goddamn. That a super downer Tuesday reality right there. Just hit me with the cold, hard, nasty facts.
I dunno. The drunker I get, the easier econ gets. I may be onto something here.
momentary stint on a second floor library computer...guy next to me snorted blue adderall off his notebook through a cut straw, i cant tell if this guy is my hero or just plain crazy...
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