so when I got there he was dressed as jesus in a recliner drinking whiskey out of the bottle watching spanish porn. Then kept shouting dont judge me or ill judge you. we didn't even go to a halloween party.
I consider it a successful poop when you only have to wipe once.
i don't remember it, but i know we had sex because my stuffed animals were facing the wall
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
Got my bloodwork back and my liver is in tip top shape. Apparently blacking out 5 nights a week isn't cutting it, so we've got to step it up until I see that all of my hard work is actually paying off and doing some damage.
No it's only my right leg that feels like it's about to fall off. The left is fine.
Not genetic. He's drunk and texted me a dick pic. Not genetic. Thank God!
Look on the bright side: Now that I'm sleeping with both the exs it's good bye to drunk sexting the 'wrong one'.
I'm wearing a utility belt filled with alcohol
What am I doing with my life
Sleeping with dudes who have peacocks apparently.
That would be a mascot riding an ATV at a semi-professional hockey game, if that doesn't sum up how I've been I don't know what could
I'm going as your incestuous sister. If thats not the perfect winglady I don't know what is.
Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
Apparently I repeatedly thanked the paramedic for saving the "happy new year" beads i was wearing. that bad.
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