we're blogging at a bar
i just walked passed a table of guys by myself.. they looked @ me talked and then yelled 7
id pin you as more of an 8
you kept lifting my skirt up, yelling "PANTY PARTY". needless to say, you're at the top of my father's shit list right now.
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
Some chick just tried to plug her vodka into the wall.
I was just about to send a concerned text until I opened my door and saw a shopping cart. I'm glad you made it home in one piece and with toys.
Hey everyone. This evenings celebration will commence with a cocktail hour at genghis at 830 to be followed with an upscale dining experience at taco bell at 10. All are welcome. This is not a joke. Thank you
All I could think of during that funeral was how great I look in a suit, how creepy catholics are, and how horny I am.
Either I'm too drunk or she gave me a hand job to the rhythm of jingle bells.
Usually I just ask myself "have I been naked here?" If the answer is no I correct the situation.
I've decided that I'm okay with you getting a goat. I have to get over my completely rational fear of goats somehow.
We have a shopping cart in our front lawn. Also Mickey D's breakfast?
Is is gay if I donloaded Grinder to see if my roommate is gay?
There is this guy in here. He didn't even get ice cream he just filled up his cup with mini marshmellows, chocolate syrup, about a lb of grahm cracker crumbs and walked around to everyone in the shop saying "hey, hey look here, I just made fucking s'mores." He was SO proud of himself.
The high school classes are online, not my sex life. He still comes over for “teacher / parent conferences.” A couple more “conferences” and I’ll be able to rewrite the Sex Ed curriculum
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