Breakfast of vicodin and eggs out of a solo cup at about three in the afternoon on a wednesday...I have my life together
he conducted the entire waffle house into singing the song Oklahoma. He was wasted.
All I remember from my 21st is crying because the bouncer made him put his shirt back on
I just got cut off for correcting the bartender's grammar. I should have never accepted that fucking editors position.
My mom seriously just told me my insurance company pays for rehab. In an email. I expect a real, not just us joking, intervention coming on. I'm not accepting a "lunch date" with that bitch.
I bought a zebra print bikini, I'm gonna be honest here- if he doesn't want to have sex with me in this, he's gay.
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
I had to make out with him. He bought me a few drinks and he was an Angels fan. As a Yankee fan that was my way of saying good game and sorry we beat the shit out of you
Had sex with him again...yikes. and the whole time he kept saying "i wish we could do this forever." Forever lasted about 45 seconds
That bottle of wine took a part of my soul with it.
Well, I'm hung over and my penis hurts - two signs of success
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
I just googled "creative ways to tell someone you'll give them a blow job". I'm losing my touch.
oh i see... well this is a positive first step in you courting him for sex.
Just letting you know that your little sister is now your eskimo brother. You can send a thank you edible arrangement to Tammy.
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