hey no worries the mystery has been solved- i jst sneezed and my undies popped outta my nose.
There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
he was actually really polite. he asked before he came on my chest because he "wasn't sure my stance on it".
either my laughing turned him on, or he wanted to shut me up. either way, i dont care. it was amazing.
my debit card account is gonna say movie, movie, ice cream, movie, cheese fries, get a fucking life, movie
It's not like I'm never gonna put out again. I'm a sure thing. I promise.
so... the fat chick just walked over, shook my hand, then introduced herself as "versatile". shoot me now.
I just got hit on at the bar by a guy who used his mother as a wingman, she was pretty convincing. Only in Stratford.
I decided not to look up the nudes, because I believe that there is a line, and that mocking my old classmate's horrid nudes alone crosses that line.
Yeah. I found my shirt from last night while walking back to the bar to get my purse/phone this morning. I'm never going to even ask what actually happened. Be glad you moved 7 states away.
just once i'd like to actually BE there for your crazy drunk stories instead of just getting the play-by-play by people who can't remember half of it
you don't understand it took me an hour and a half to escape that bed, I had to memorize his sleeping patterns.
They weren't kidding when they said "Go Army Strong." Best sex I ever had.
It's a novelty for anyone to see a girl like me in a skirt like this milking a cow
Now after not puking, next step is not to do the accent when immigration says "hello."
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