I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
Got one of only two perfect scores in the class on the quiz I took drunk. This is not a good thing for me to have learned about myself.
So apparently when I was 2, I went around drinking everybody's beer at some wedding, then passed out in a corner....
This explains a lot.
IDK who she called, but some guy came into the party, flying drop kicked Joe said never again. She has to invite him around again.
There is a contact in my phone named "Bar Mcntysu." this is why we need a third person to go out with us.
all i know is that i listed him in my phone as 'vagina cookies.' that can only be a good thing.
I mean we had sex in a crib. You tell me how my night was.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I feel like i'm walking on a never-ending field of baby sheep.
Apparently I still called the officer "sir" despite the fact I was at a .21 BAC. Southern girls are raised right
I literally paid cover, got kicked out. Tried to explain that I was just clumsy, but mispronounced it. Then I got pissed off, stormed out..and clotheslined myself on a velvet rope. How was your night?
we just ate hash browns in a nativity scene with baby jesus
this hospital has no fireball
Gotta say, self-deprecating Lord of the Rings-themed sex jokes were not on my agenda for today.
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