Pretty sure I only gave out my other # though. You know, 777 777-7777
Hahaha. So was it a Freudian slip, or wishful thinking? ;)
Could be either seeing as you're in my phone as "3rd bar" and I couldn't pick you outta a line up.
do you know your status is "goal for vegas: hook up with a girl AND a boy"?
and THATS why i'm not adding my mom on facebook
Smoked a bowl on a rollercoaster. Literally ON. Beat that.
thank god my boss can't smell the tequila on my breathe over the phone.
Fat girl left in a hurry. Possibly had to do with the missing bathroom door in my apartment.
We forgot to go back and get the brick YOU WANTED TO BRING INTO THE BAR?
You made a glowstick headband with a helium balloon tied around it and climbed a tree in high heels. I was impressed.
It was an "I snuck in through the window at 5am with my underwear in my pocket" kind of night.
Well we had to pull over on a side street in town so I could throw up while moms were driving by with car loads of kids, I feel like I just performed a lil silent AA film for the childrens
Hit on in the middle of a Wal-Mart McDonald's by a really awkward nerd. There is not enough nope in the world.
We did it in the bar bathroom and the bathroom attendant sold us a condom. I love Nashville
A million fucking miles away, and the sun still manages to fuck my hungover mornings up.
God specifically crafted these hands to deal out orgasms.
I literally have a pirate chest of slutty clothing.
Right. Cuz nothing screams "You made it!" quite like selling your used underwear to strangers you met on the internet.
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