I'm dreading the fact that when the dominoes guy comes, he will ask me if i placed an order under the name "high as shit".
You kept screaming "Its taco night!" before every shot
right before he passed out he said "take care of your tender spirit"
I'm not sure if doing him was such a good idea. Yes the sex was good, but I'm scared I set myself up for failure in 2011 because he's the hottest guy. Ever.
Sunday is the day of rest.
As in, whatever liquor is left after last night, you have to drink the rest.
I'm in the power napping at parties stage of my life
I WANT TO. I JUST IMAGINE HIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HEAD INBETWEEN MY LEGS AND I BREAK DOWN AND START CRYING.
The number of tpain songs that actually relate to my life right now is embarrassing.
I drank beer out of some sort of animal horn all night, then we fucked to a "viking metal" album. I feel like I should go pillage something to complete the Norse trifecta.
I'm supposed to nail the old lady at 1:30 so I'll see you at 1:35ish.
The struggle bus crashed, rolled down a mountain, and went on fire, and I was on it ugh.
Cheyanne in woods. Ducks attacked. My toe is bleeding. We are gpsing our way home on foot. No worries
sometime during the night he found me in the empty hotttub singing marvins room in only my bra.
We won like $80 last night at the casino, so if we get the Plan B we still have enough to get your basic bitch latte from Dunkin. Calm down.
Are we allowed to ho on the roof?
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