i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
capt morgan doesn't hurt if you honestly believe it's golden flavored kool-aid.
You stayed up for three hours wasted, feeding my rabbit 2 1/2 boxes of girl scout cookies.
So apparently after he gets hammered, falls down a set of stairs and gets a concussion, he can still come home and find a way to play his guitar solo bullshit as loud as possible while i seduce my date...
Definitely contact high. Thirty miles an hour listening too i can see clearly now wanting too eat the steering wheel
Either I'm spending too much time drinking or my perfume is starting to smell like a pineapple vodka.
Come on Nikki god gave you a vagina for a reason, so you could tell guys what kind of shots to buy you
it wasn't sex so much as.....a disastrously uncomfortable sexual experience
Remember that night I drank a bunch of vodka, pounded your Jameson because 'you were a pussy', punched you in the face and ran off as fast as my high heels could go? It was just my Russian and Irish sides fighting for genetic dominance
Fuckin' raining men in my bedroom while I'm trying to drunk eat a rather large portion of pasta. Like shoo I already picked who I'm sleeping with. Pasta wins.
We need to get fucked up again and play games like "save the tequila but dodge the knife"
- I'm finally learning to be functional when I'm high. I feel like this is a milestone.
in the middle of telling this chick to sober up i was shotgunning beers. im gonna be ab awsome nurse.
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
this vacation is helping with my sexual bucket list so much. threesome, deaf guy, and outdoor sex all accomplished.
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