That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
did you ever find your cell phone? and your dignity?
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
We can't have sex anymore. The amount of money I've spent on meds and copays for UTIs is getting ridiculous
I think he finally resigned to the fact he could not get off. He just looked at me and said "I'm having testicle difficulties," rolled over and passed out.
#1 RULE OF DRINKING: DELETE YOUR EX'S NUMBER FROM YOUR PHONE
My hair is crimped, I am walking with a roadie, and my vibrator is in my purse. I feel sorry for tomorrow.
So I'm guessing that puking on a camper is a straight path to instant termination?
So when the drug raid cops tell you, you should get out of the relationship, it probably means its time.
Then James put his arms through the window and grabbed him, like he was Robocop. A nerdy, portly Robocop.
Who is this?
You've changed since you got that strap on
If I don't answer right away it's because I took an Adderall and the fridge needs cleaned.
I would but he’s not speaking to me because I put ketchup in his socks.
we went to the skate park then back to her house for dinner, and somehow that ended with her making me blueberry pancakes at 2am
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