fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
i wonder what barack obama's brickbreaker high score is...
Man now I have poo on my blackberry!!!
brownberry?
wait do you know what youre gonna say if they ask how youre getting back?
yes. helicopter.
i cant belive i got a ticket! i know what his dick tastes like!
We're doing a case race on Saturday.
I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism"
In case you were wondering, my scare crow is wearing your outfit from last night.
24 hours later and my vagina is still tingling. That good.
There's always the 'not have sex with the drunk girl I just met at some party' option.
That was the plan but Tequila showed up at the party too.
Midnight run for medical supplies ended several hours later with a lapdance to the Braveheart soundtrack.
I'm also 3/4 on the frats. Its like my goal of traveling to all 7 continents, but different somehow and a lot less morally sound.
But hes like a baby bird with a broken wing that i want to FUCK.
The claw marks on my back are healing nicely. Just thought you should know.
My bad. Next time I'll wear mittens.
Apparently I'm not allowed to call at 3am anymore and ask to speak to all his siblings. I was just trying to get to know the family
This toilet bowl is my home.
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