he farted when he came. not the best ending to my day.
there's got to be a less slutty way to tell him the baby isn't his
I can blatently call girls sluts here and they think i'm speaking norwegian
he left me a note this morning. it said "thank you for letting me touch you"
you got thrown out for pissing in a cup in the corner. you told one guy it was okay because you went to college and that he wouldn't understand
we cant have a funnel and a dog. thats a lot of responsibility
well considering we left the bathroom with the mirror off the wall, a bloody nose, and clothes all messed up they assume im just a coke whore now..
At one point in time, he cried and said I didn't appreciate him.
so far we have 6 big wheels and 10 boxes of wine for the tour de franzia. team drunkslut is favored to win the yellow jersey.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
I think I just wrote a poem about your penis but it was totally unintentional.
The best part about passing out on the floor was the fact that when I pissed myself, I didn't piss the bed again.
I have alotted at least an hour for ugly crying.
All i remember is looking at the bottle vodka that I was drinking and wondering how it was suddenly empty.
That may have had to do with you chugging it
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