States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
I am growing concerned with the number of people here in cowboy hats
We could make it a date. Dinner and a show. The show being my nipples getting pierced.
He tried to cuddle with me after we hooked up and i just looked at him and said why are you still here?
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
I just tried to text you by typing "whoa" into my contacts.
I did too many shots and now a kitten is trying to eat my bagel.
Craig, a bottle of Jamison, and I had a party on the roof last night. No idea how I got down. My injuries indicate fall...
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
He convinced the breakfast vendor to melt twix bars on bacon for me at 4am. He slurred every word. I think I found my prince charming.
Wow. Last night.
I knew you were shit blasted when you called me your "sunflower queen"
Hoping to get a pic of me on the tractor with an erection for you one of these days.
I think everyone, including the amish, know who you are after this weekend.
How good was the sex? She sent me a fruit basket the next day.
my face feels like mints and my body feels like tingles
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