So i decided to deal with the awkwardness of last night by making out with all three of them
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
It was as awful as eating cow testicles on fear factor and not winning and realizing you ate balls for nothing.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
We did it and he fell asleep and I was bored so I decided to go back to the party...is that bad?
OH GOD PAJAMAS ARE SUCH A HARD CONCEPT RIGHT NOW
There are a bunch of guys at the door looking for the guy you brought back to the condo...pretended not to speak English. You're welcome.
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
The melted ice in my drinks tonight is probably the most water I've had in like 3 days accumulated.
omg I just had an epiphany about why I grew into such a whore....
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED WHAT THE SPICE GIRLS USED TO WEAR?!? those were my idols, I never stood a chance
Well apparently I decided it was easier I piss in the trash can at waffle house than In the toilet. Would've been ok if the trash can was in the bathroom.
He stuck a cigarette in my butt last night. There is no coming back from that.
I got home and he was wearing a suit. He said he reason was because it was shirt and tie Saturday and that he won't change until midnight. He then proceeded to answer the door in a British accent.
I'm laying backwards. On the stairs. Eating carrots. And drinking from a captain Morgan bottle.
Im not as flexible as I once was, but I still managed to get eaten out in the front seat of a hummer behind keddies.
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