no.. I went home. Puking up hot dogs and lemon tart isn't as lovely as it sounds.
If I had known I was gonna take my tights off and throw them over the balcony I would have shaved my legs.
I woke up to a paper award certificate for best blow job and he was gone. You're welcome mystey man.
My room should be renamed "Land of the Misfit Condoms."
That's cool how's he been?
He got hit in the face with a beer bottle so he has two black eyes and 13 stitches.. He hasnt changed much.
First date. He's wearing a tuxedo shirt and keeps asking me about our future children. Escape plan #3 is now in action...
I've already come up with two plans that will probably end with me getting kicked out of here. You guys should come faster.
It was the most graceful puke ever. I just thought she dropped something underneath the bar until she told me what happened.
So roofie roulette was a success but I'm a little worried that the 2 who got the tainted beer still haven't contacted anyone...
I'd introduce you to the guys, but you'd probably make them all fall in love with you
I could do with a Floridian man-harem. Let's do this.
Guess who figured out you can fit an entire bottle of champagne in a big Subway cup. Open container laws my ass.
I don't need you anyway! I have puppies and booze!
I have a magical vagina and I can't deny it anymore
You should not have followed "the guy who peed in my bed" with "he smells good."
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
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