is it bad that i kinda- ok, reallyyy don't remember having sex with him last night?
You were asking people if they could pee on you while you shotgunned beers
so apparently dipping a tampon in red gatorade and throwing it out the window on the highway is a $100 fine
he's werid. hell kiss me after i go down on him but he wont kiss me after i eat anything with mustard.
He kept waking up periodically throughtout the night to bit my ear and pass back out.
once you started introducing yourself as "running-bear" i knew you were beyond fucked up
We realized he wasn't with us anymore, so we turn around and he's 20 feet back, peeing on a squirrel.
I'm getting to the point of going up to a guy and saying "Hi I'm maggie and i can put my foot behind my head"... That desperate.
We smoked a bowl, ate popcorn, and watched her lava lamp for an hour. it was a quality bonding experience
I don't remember much of last night. But I woke up with very apologetic texts from him this morning so apparently I didn't get laid. Which is stupid.
I realize it truly is impossible to burrow under the grass like a mole. Let's not drink for at least another 3 days.
Not sure how a movie about Jesus has managed to make me feel insecure about my boobs but it has.
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
I helped you wax your vagina and you won't even get me Corn Nuts you fucking bitch?
I can tell that I'm high when listening to celine dion becomes such a life changing experience
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