Is it bad to go up to the security desk and ask them for the name of the guy I signed in last night? I have absolutley no clue
you pissed in the sink and didnt realize it until it was time to wash your hands
Check Facebook. Random dude tagged us in photos from last night dancing at Denny's while eating a sampler platter. 1. How does he have our names, and 2. You said we ate at Tbell.
I know. She seems like she getting that "need some dick" restlessness. Might explain the feisty attitude
Well apparently I'm no fun since I won't have a threesome with him and my mother.
Emergency! LinkedIn connected me to a hotornot hookup from sophomore year... slutty phase sphere has officially invaded grown up professional sphere. My illusions of interweb sexual anonymity have been exploded.
Why is there a chicken nugget nailed to my front door?
She just lifted up her dress, screamed "This is gonna be a good one!" And pissed on the pole...
Yes. I will keep putting the beer into my stomach and eventually the bartender will make a mistake
I found a guy who will take me to the Olive Garden and he is CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE.
YAY! I just removed my own stitches, and I'm only bleeding from one spot! on a related note, do you think a dishwasher will sterilize forceps and trauma shears?
The candles are lit, the magic circle is drawn, now all we need to do is get naked and see how many orgasms we can manage.
Did we actually play with swords last night or did I dream that?
Maybe you should slow down tonight...
KINGS DON'T NEED ADVICE FROM LITTLE HORN-BILLS FOR A START
There's a little game I've come up with since the mess of a party I had; it's called "tinsel or condom wrapper? (or: what's that on the floor?)"
Randomize
