Things are coming back to me in chunks. I vaguely remember signing a shirt that said 'I enjoy vagina'
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Pulled over to puke on the way to sign closing papers on the house...Good sign of responsibility.
So worth it. Come over for bacon egg cheese vusquit later. 12. I slept with Jimmy? On my period? And told him he had mother issues? No tequila. Tequila bad.
I am drinking fireball and apple juice out of a sippy cup like a fucking toddler.
If I spent my amateur stripper money does that mean I am cleansed of my sins?
if i dont text back till morning its cause i turned my phone off and changed my password to something i wont remember to stop myself from drunk texting...RESPONSIBILITY
My vagina needs her own mother sometimes.
I woke up with chocolate melted between my tits. I'd say that's a win for all parties involved.
At what part of the night did you guys leave?
After my hot tub cannonball.