So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
the world took limewire and four lokos away from me in one week....hello depression
You were sad because he was "taking it out on the plant"
i am way too old to be getting fingered at work
Hm, finding a time when my drinking and your real life don't conflict could be difficult
When you get here, kick me in the balls. It's really important. - I'll explain later.
We will. we just need a little inspiration.... in smoke form.
It felt like Party Santa dropped by and gave us two more 18-packs.
Dude it's huge. I don't usually like looking at those things, but you're kind of forced to stare that horse in the face.
Nothing says casual like stairwell bjs
So his shoes are still here. And there are three contacts in a case. And a shirt on the bed. I've checked my dorm and he's not here. I'm so confused.
I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man's heart.
I spilled wine on my pillowcase and I figure it's basically my lifeblood so I'm just leaving it
we promised ourselves we wouldn't get too drunk, and what happens? I wake up the next morning with half a mcdouble in one pocket and some barbie clothes in the other.
You took your pants and underwear off as soon as we got to Melissa's and just walked around the entire time like it was completely normal. We even ate pizza together with your vagina exposed. You're my hero.
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