So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I GOT MY PERIOD!
damn. i had names picked out.
I wish i could be on x for the rest of my life.
Im beginning to think that if I ever write an autobiography it will have to be mostly fill in the blank.
its time for step 4 of getting over him: post his number on the transvestite page on craigs list asking for pics
we had a ceremony where you passed your fake id onto me in the middle of the bar. i was on my knees and you presented it to me. i don't think the bartenders were suspicious though
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
I'm making myself a nametag with my contact info and pinning it to myself like a kindergardenter in case I get lost when I black out on Sat.
Can we laminate it? Just to be safe.
Its not that I don't mind giving her as much as my penis as she wants, its the post sex cigarette I have to supply. Shits $9 a pack.
Put a tip jar next to your bed from now on.
Your good ideas are reason #4 we need to live together.
Theres either a bag of coke in my pocket or a bag of anthrax, either way last night got way to serious
$645 later, she's throwing up in my washroom and asking for a cab. Hooker are soooo much cheaper.
His dick is hereby named Charles Dickens. Will's is less cerebral. I'd like to call it Pinnacle like the vodka we drank when we hooked up, but I feel like that's a compliment it doesn't deserve.
So your bra was hanging in the Christmas tree last night at some point I think
You were drunk it couldn't have been that bad
I've never been drunk enough to enjoy getting a blister on my dick.
He's gone. He left a note but all it says is "Dear Neil" followed by a drawing of a hand flipping the bird in the direction of a butt.
Randomize
