Oh yes. The girl who wanted me to watch her pee.
I'm 99% sure that for 3 hours I thought you were British. We must smoke that again.
I still cannot believe I yelled at every guy at the bar "you wanna get in this clam?!"
Oh and you pulled your pants down outside in front of like five people, held my hand, then peed.
Come in your red robin gear. If you smell like French fries we can make love.
I don't think I will ever be as happy about anything as this man next to me on the bus eating Taco Bell.
I just got hit on at the bar by a guy who used his mother as a wingman, she was pretty convincing. Only in Stratford.
I ran into cvs barefoot with my belt undone and shirt buttoned wrong and didn't even have to ask. The guy working pointed and said "they're back there."
That's how I look going for the pbr.
I have an important idea to tell you when I'm sober about a cat scratching my nose once and what it taught me. DONT LET ME FORGET.
My talents include parallel parking and over reacting about absolutely everything.. And drinking..
He shampooed and conditioned his pubes but can't manscape for shit.
We're at an agreement where I don't pry and she pretends blissful ignorance
Met a beautiful Irishman two nights in a row. I may never come back.
The night took a wrong turn after I found you smoking a blunt with a midget behind the bar...
Holy. Shit. I just remembered all the lapdances....
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