I cannot believe you needed a note to remind yourself to ask me about the fourteen sleeping Mexicans.
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
I don't know how but I have our hotel room door handle in my purse... this can not be good
we weren't quite sure what was on that mirror, so we snorted it and hoped for the best
I feel uncockblockable...banged her in the bathroom with my iv still in
$5 long island pitchers = roommate pissing on his laptop at 3am.
Warning: at some point today you will probably see several pics of me 69-ing a blow up turtle show up on facebook. Just disregard them.
A shower wasnt enough to wash off the shame but at least it took care off the blood.
EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU FUCKING YOU ARE IN A TENT
My clit is not a Gobstopper. Cut it out.
Her idea of a bathing suit is... well.. she might not actually even know what one is. I've only ever seen her in a pool drunk and fully clothed or attempting to get into a pool but tripping over her pants which are at her ankles. Drunk.
I have a cracked rib, no way in hell I'm bottoming for him tonight!
BUT YOU MUST FINISH YOUR QUEST
TO FIND THE HOLY GRAIL
AND GET DRUNK OFF YOUR ASS BY DRINKING OUT OF IT
How many Wendy's frosties do you think it would take to fill a bathtub?
You are the best. Or certainly adequate for tempering my unholy desires.
That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
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