Good news.. I found out what I did Saturday night. Bad news... I found out what I did Saturday night.
your facebook page is a work of drunk art.
I can't believe I am actually paying for a night in a hotel for my parents so I can throw a party the night before Christmas Eve. I also can't believe they think it's their Christmas present.
Same here... Well I was planning on having some sort of deep conversation, but looking at how grim of an outlook tomorrow has on you, I'll just re-inform you that I have your pants.
please stop judging me for buying a handle of soco on a thursday at 10am. it was on sale, i'm thinking of my future.
He managed to tell me he was blind in one eye and convince me to have sex with him in the same conversation. It's love.
I'm surprised, it's been so long you must be starving
At a certain point, the zombie-like hunger goes away. Then the sadness sets in. Then you start lying to yourself that you're taking some "me time." Then you remember you dodged chlamydia and Buddha knows what else. Then you're at peace with it.
After that song played in the club all he kept drunkenly saying was "Birdman goes brrrrrr"
I know I don't have feelings for him because I feel completely ashamed every time after we have sex
"he sent me a picture of a puppy in return for a picture of my boobs. He then captioned it with "look it's puppies first time at the beach". "
I wonder whether Megan will forgive me if i have phone sex in her attic
I found a hair colour I want in a porn.
I wish I may, I wish I might, get some daddy dick tonight
Lobby closes at 2 AM on Thursday, but everyone walking still wants food... I could run a "Taco Bell Taxi" when I clock off at 2 and charge a dollar to give drunks a ride through drive thru.
Someones thought of a way to afford tuition.
Sorry. Im too sleepy to penis.
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