It wasn't long before I skipped the martini glass and went straight to drinking from the shaker.
I just had to explain to the pharmacy cashier that the Plan B and thank you notes I was buying were not related.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
of course. lets lasso hookers.
so how was last night?
got high and had our usual talk about the definition of cole slaw. then tried to call the ramen noodle company and convince them why my face should be on thier packages.
sweet and enthusiastic is code for tiny dick.
please just be careful, i just switched my facebook status to "in a relationship", i would look really pathetic if i had to change it back to "single" already
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
I don't think I'd trust a marching band with trampolines to not cause serious damage to themselves/ property.
Tis the season to puke in grandma's bathroom
Let's get really high and wear fake mustaches and try not to laugh at each other...
Cheez-its and a bottle of cab...for under $10 you could win this girls heart
You popped the Plan B pill then clapped twice, said "mischief managed" and headed tward the bar.
Why is it that the asexual in our group is the one that gets laid the most often??
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
Randomize
