the night i cant remember will be the night i always remember thanks to my "i
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
He asked if I was on the pill, apparently I just downed my glass of beer and winked at him...
that blow job was not worth the clinginess that will follow
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
Woke up next to my bed in a pile of skittles, sleeping on a pair of sweatpants. I can't believe the girl didn't stick around..
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
I would rather burn my vagina off with a damn flame thrower before I would touch anything that has touched her skank ass.
I'll explain later but basically I was feeling dangerous, I'm dressed as Ann Romney and Ann Romney is a bad bitch.
I could be busy drinking my face off and getting red white and bruised per usual
If its possible to have a hickey on your nipple, I have one. Thank you.
then she lifted her dress, tweaked her own nipples, and then ordered another round for everyone. this place is wild at 9pm.
If you recall, I made a Zoolander reference almost immediately after you pulled out of me the first time we had sex.
I just want this to serve as a reminder in the morning that the topic of conversation at last call was the penis size of jesus.
Last night was fun. Sorry I slipped out before you woke up
Also, your parents get up REALLY early. Please thank them for the bagel and travel mug of coffee. Happy Thanksgiving!
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