So A**** bought my story about how my hickey was a bruise from wrestling
on one hand i'm glad that i'm not in trouble...on the other hand i realized that the reason i cheat on her is because she is so stupid
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
I wish i could tell a story about guys I know without the phrase "and then I blew him." coming up.
omg a stripper jus od'd on stage.
My boogers are black from last night. So that's either from all the colored hairspray or inhaling all of the tragedy from the party...
I think I'm about to have sex with a second person before noon hehehhe! You're welcome America.
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
we were hooking up and then he goes "you can touch my penis" and i laughed too hard to do anything. no second date.
He pulled the pencil out of my leg and then we fucked. It felt sorta like pulp fiction in reverse.
Oh please not the Easy Cheese again. That was weird.
I needed 3am water. Not 3am shots of rum.
My sober self will be embarrassed tomorrow. For now I am laughing my ass off.
I RAN OVER A NUN! I RAN OVER A FUCKING NUN! GOD WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINS NOW!!!
you ripped my door off of the hinges, kicked it in half and then proceeded to throw it down the stairs because i wouldn't make you a cheese burger
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