things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
worst 3rd wheel sitch ever. i'm crammed into a booth with him and chubs mcgee and his hand is between her legs. thank youuu karma.
Is it awkward that I've slept with every guy in this room?
Only if they know about it too.
she asked me if i wanted her to take her wedding ring off while she was giving me a handjob.
mondays should just be called national damage control day
Wednesdays are like the thursdays of tuesdays... Drink time
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
The claw marks on my back are healing nicely. Just thought you should know.
My bad. Next time I'll wear mittens.
I just realized I haven't had a date or a potential possibility of a date in about a year. Then I realized I wanted to actually go on a date. But I'm sitting here getting high instead of being at a party. Life.
The three yr old girl I nanny grabbed a pole just now and is chanting "this is my house"
Sounds like you at that dive bar last weekend
You blacked out at 9:30 and insisted on sleeping in the hallway after you chugged an entire pitcher of beer. I guess the Jell-O shots were stronger than we thought...
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
Had to claim I'd "gone lesbian" to get my cat back. Thank God I got away from that one.
Good, but still not as good as the guy I banged in the ball crawl
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