After that we used the in-room hotel coffee pot to warm up some queso. it was brilliant
thanks for carrying me to bed.. and sorry for trying to roll down the hallway to escape.
i just remember pinky promising you guys to take care of him.
hey, its the girl who gave you a bloody nose and paid you back with a blow job. have you seen my shoes?
She is banging on the liquor store door begging them to let her come in.
You couldn't find your shoe so you introduced yourself as Cinderella for the rest of the night.
Ahh that explains the text from creepy mike saying he would be my prince charming.
It was like the Alcoholic Olympics...double fisting fifths with eight 40s in my backpack...running from the cops in stilettos. I will have bitchin' hamstrings come Monday.
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
I cried at the bouncer while saying I wished he was my father... They had no idea what to do with me.
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
I blacked out at work again... Except this time my boss watched me throw up by the bus stop and some woman let me sleep on her shoulder for an hour. Why does this keep happening?
No. You're getting a Viking funeral and I'm pawning your shit.
I know he's only a bandaid for my emotional disrepair, but he can stick me anytime!!
I thought I'd never say this, but if I had to choose between these cookies and sex, it would be these cookies
i like that he makes me laugh. those are like my two favorite things. laughing and fucking.
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