so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
I got into an eating contest with Christina. I ate 6 oranges.
Why? Who won?
we don't know. we ran out of oranges.
What wine goes with Cap'n Crunch?
look what he's done to me, i actually want to be a stripper now.
You "were" hungover, which is past tense. So that gives you no excuse not to go out tonight.
He spent the entire date challenging me to chugging contests.
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
hey you forgot your wet suit in my room you can come grab it whenever
I'm not considering your visit a success until we've fucked every cock in the ethnic rainbow...between the four of us we should have it done by x-mas
can we get vodka so I have an excuse for being an emotional wreck
New life rule, no banging opera singers. I might be a little deaf now
She refuses to believe she pulled down her pants and spanked her ass in front of us
I don't know what's worse the the fact he has worn a protective cup for last 3 years in fear of being kicked in the balls. Or the fact that the one day he decides to throw caution to the wind and doesn't wear it and actually gets kicked in the balls.
Who in tha hell do u hang out with?
Of course the first guy who sees my nipple piercings is a Catholic from Nebraska who won't do anything but dry hump me.
The drug dealer had chickens in his house so I know it was good stuff.
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