i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
You totally left a blue butt print on our banister
Well I think we can all agree that that's better than then bowl of puke I left last time.
There was a punch bowl full of straight vodka. Glass bowl, ladle, vodka, and no punch at all. It was something of a rough night
Tonight just feels like one of those I'm going to lose a shoe nights.
She is high at the bar - she thinks the bottle of frangelico is aunt jemima telling her to stop doing drugs.
If we both finish he brings me a beer and cookies, if only he finishes I get wine and cheesecake. I think I'm in love.
She gave me what I will now dub a "hurricane sandy". Loud, wet and sloppy BJ that made me want to stay home and complain about shit on the Internet
A big toe in my vag is not foreplay.
U have successfully fucked my brains out. I just almost put deodorant on like chapstick
Apparently he walked into the room and started yelling at some huge hairy dude to get out of my room. Except it wasn't my room... Because he was on the fourth floor.
note: just because the casino is called bourbon street, it doesn't mean you can puke and keep walking and no one will care. chalk me up for another 86
Having to crawl on my hands and knees because I woke up with a mysterious broken foot this morning...
Just stole my moms weed, left a note saying sorry.. Hope she isn't mad.
I showered three hours ago and yet feel the need for another one already. This is my day.
How's work going?
Boring. I have a cat on a leash right now
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