You were pretty fucked up... decided playing hopscotch down the stairs was an excellent idea.. it was extremely entertaining
Its 11am everyones wasted wearing sombreros and eating fresh produce..cesar chavez would be very proud
Not even close. I woke up in the bed of Codys truck. Wrapped up in a sleeping bed, using a stuffed alligator as a pillow. And Alex was laying naked beside me. Not to mention I wasn't wearing the clothes I got there in.
I gave myself a pep talk in the library bathroom mirror. and then threw up in the sink.
I HAVE stop dating guys for their prescriptions, you have no idea how awkward family dinner was. Thank god for his xanax.
i left because you were standing at the top of the stairs throwing shot glasses and bottles full of alcohol at me and yelling JAGERBOMBS
Everyone looked at me like I just fucked a gopher and was wearing it like a hat
of course not. I do my best teaching on a hungover monday. I did the research. im still okay with the direction in which my life is headed.
So as I left the Australian's hotel room, I said "Welcome to America. You're going to do just fine here."
The milf did the body paint, come to the bar
Whenever I'm hungover I try to stay in public as much as possible, hoping to be a cautionary tale to children. It's a public service, really.
apparently when a guy says "if there's anything missing in your life, I will provide" he's not expecting attractive lesbians to be the answer.
What, so now you are his nutritionist and his fuck buddy?
5 am booty call not ok. The fact I actually went over definitely not ok. My vag needs to learn some control.
I can't really feel a difference, so essentially I paid 60 bucks to bedazzle my vag.
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