Do you remember last night at all? Be honest
I need to look at the pictures on my camera to fill in the gaps.
Even the bartender felt bad for me
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
the repo guy said it was the first time he'd ever started to repo a car with someone fucking inside of it. he might have said 'doing it' instead.
He only had napkins in the bathroom... no toilet paper. If I fuck him, am I settling?
Hes trying to fuck me on a bear rug. Not saying no.
So I hooked up with a guy with a mustache and woke up on a dragon futon underneath a dragon yin-tang tapestry... My life is spiraling in a weird way.
Whoa, I am aware of WAY too many squirrels right now...
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
When that bartender tried to tell us he sang like Sade, I knew it was time to go
Remember that time I hopped home naked from the bar, then tried to convince you I was ok to drive you home? Good call on the taxi.
come over. We can flirt with the criteria for substance abuse and talk about our daddy issues
This ice cream is 10x better than the sex I had yesterday
I never thought my gollum impression would lead to me getting laid.
Huzzah!
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