So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
Pretty sure I only gave out my other # though. You know, 777 777-7777
Hahaha. So was it a Freudian slip, or wishful thinking? ;)
Could be either seeing as you're in my phone as "3rd bar" and I couldn't pick you outta a line up.
my debutante medallion kept hitting his balls when i went down on him
It was kinda bitchy last night when i brought up my pregnancy scare and you said "shotty playing with it"
She just used a chaser for red wine.
he asked me if i "normally slept like that" because i was curled up in a ball facing the wall. then he told me that i woke up in the middle of the night and said "oh my god. i forgot you were here." how did he not understand that i didn't want him in my bed.
why does my status of facebook already read REHAB 2011
There's something really special about 3:00 in the afternoon drunk that just can't be duplicated at any other time of day.
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
Delete her number from his phone. He keeps slurring how he's going to get her "all sorts of pregnant".
I have 3 bottles of vodka in my room telling me not to go to work tomorrow.
it's the international house of making me almost fucking shit myself
I'm noticing I drink less and do fewer lines when I do both together.
Now that's what I call smart money management.
I tried making my own red bull with crushed up caffeine pills, bubbley water and flintstones chewable vitamins. The ER doctor sead I'm lucky to be alive.
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