I asked you if you wanted to go to the ER, have me sew it up or just wrap it in duct tape and keep on keepin on. You just said YES. I remember very little after that.
You're a good friend.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
I met his dad. Turns out he was a one nighter from the nurses conference in Vegas. Not sure how to handle this one.
Clearly, you already have. Both of them.
started my period, we have to try again next week
if we have anymore sex before that my dick is gonna fall off. that is in no way a complaint
You take a step back sometimes and are like "when was the last time I was sober?" or "wow I need to stop putting everything in my vagina"
Is this an intervention?
Dude I wanna go on a booze cruise
Dude our life is a booze cruise
But without boats...
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
How the fuck did I get back? Last thing I remember is being on some hot guy's shoulders yelling at girls shaking their asses
We'll talk about it later...
When you get to his house tomorrow, follow your instincts. Find the cat first.
Whoa, I am aware of WAY too many squirrels right now...
I had to drink a couple beers this morning so I could attend the keg race. Hangover had to dissipate or it wasn't happening.
Ugh. The fucking vaginal recession is so real right now.
I JUST MADE OUT WITH A BRITISH SOCCER PLAYER. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN. GOD BLESS THAT COUNTRY.
Seriously I'm dying. All my insides are fighting their way out of me. With light sabers and machetes.