Only you can can turn Jenga into a drinking and then a sex game.
I just found our entire wall-to-wall from September 2006 printed out and clipped... it's 49 pages. Blackout me is so considerate of bored-at-work me
I got rejected. By another girl. At a red light. In front of seven shirtless cyclists in the middle of the night. How is that normal?!?
She slapped his drink out of his hand to get him to leave the bar while he and I were having an intense debate about the lyrics to mmmbop
I wish they'd wear their tampons on the outside. At least gimme some warning
Regular drunk falling on flat ground did not prepare me for drunk falling into a pile of firewood.
It's okay. My lingerie drawer is skanky enough for the two of us. Even across borders.
i mean, not my actual scene but if someone says "PARTY" ill figure it out
Dude that's beautiful. I've never heard of someone smoking with their bunny.
I feel like I have a connection with him. A marijuana-induced-spiritual connection.
I like how our relationship transcends the borders of inappropriateness and encompasses all the colors of the inappropriate rainbow.
sidebar: i fucked your brother last night
I'm gonna play eenie meenie at the bar tonight because it's women's day and I deserve the dick
I want to fling myself into the sun
So I had this brilliant idea that I would sleep in all sorts of sweatpants and sweatshirts... Apparently I thought I could "sweat" off the drunk in my sleep and that it would make me feel better when I woke up
I was giving him head and he slipped one of those hats with propellors on top on my head.
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