Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
Whenever I said your name you screamed polo and did another shot.
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
Some guy seriously just got Jimmy Johns delivered to him at the graduation ceremony. This cannot be real life.
I just high fived you brother at the bar then immediately realized my hands smell like your vagina
Worst decision of artistic career thus far: bringing a banana to eat on male model day.
they knew we were both to shy to do anything so they got us drunk and locked us in the back yard with a tent. it was fuck or freeze
you have the best friends
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 think the "tmi" ship sailed a long time ago, and it took our dignities with it..
I got asked to "be the filling in a man sandwich." You don't get to pick the club again. EVER.
I feel like I spent all day wearing underpants made entirely of poison ivy and sandpaper
When I went to pick up Adam from the train station, I found him passed out, covered in gold paint and wrapped in a red blanket. someone had glued a gaudy green rhinestone to his forehead. He looked homeless.
I wasn't going to drink. Then there was alcohol so I gave that up.
The gift for sixth anniversary is steel. He bought me handcuffs. Inee I married the right man!
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