clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
and honestly a story about how you met your future husband that DOESN'T include the words "creeped him on facebook" is really not a story worth sharing
I've decided I'm just gonna keep drinking til the baby bump shows...
when we woke up the fish was dead lying next to us on the bed. wat should i tell her
There's a bed on the roof. The window behind it is too small for it to go through. I'm impressed.
test run with donkey pinata disastrous. broken glass and tequila EVERYWHERE
Oh boy...do i want the 'something you can tell your mom in 10 yrs' version or the 'Im gonna call you a whore but be proud' version?
I was all over the place but at every locale you would pop out of nowhere and hand me a huge drink and say "HAMMERED"
I am the fairy godmother of the drink.
holy fuck that shirt looks so good on him, it was like he was born with it on. that shirt deserves a blow
He was trying to hotbox the banana suit. Of course we traded him for vodka.
Totally. Bang on. He'll be fine. He might cry into your perfect tits once in a while, but that's the price ya pay.
I call it a party but only because that sounds better than 8 people getting drunk around a pool.
Breaking a step ladder over someone's back turned into a really fun game, way too quickly.
It takes a special friend to go vibrator shopping with
Yes. It does.
Just bought shot glasses from the thrift store. I think the guy buying a winter coat was even judging me.
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