Down for casual relationships, more fun than catholic missionary, bring condoms and don't get attached.
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
I just got a flashback from Saturday night of you helping me wash my feet in the bar's bathroom.
Brought 2 entire pizzas with to the bar, everyone loves us
I was naked with an australian flag taped to my boobs. Damn internationals think they can claim everything.
Why not. Its my b-day, you're in town, I'm in town, bars are in town, and alcohol is in town. I don't see anything not good about those things.
It's ok. Rob's just shotgunning upside down.
I rode on his Vespa around Florence and fucked him in an empty train. It was like a way sluttier version of Lizzy McGuire
you tried turning the bar into a spelling b competition last night and every time someone couldn't spell something you would make them chug.
I went online and donated $30 to his walk-a-thon as a "sorry I puked in your bed last night"
Today's walk of shame includes last nights hair and make up, an 8 hour shift, me leading a meeting and me throwing up in a parking lot on my way to work. Dear world, you're welcome.
Also, totally got laid in my yellow rubber boots and it was awesome.
Soooooo I may or may not have accidentally been a catalyst in a destroyed marriage.
Sorry I peed on your ottoman
Thinking and hoping ice cream is the answer to my problems
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