So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
I think they should rename 16 and pregnant to "I was fucked in highschool and all I got was a baby and humiliated infront of the nation on MTV"
so I woke up and found tortilla in my belly button
How does, "Im sorry I was such an intoxicated bitch, I didn't mean anything I said" sound as an apology.
Kinda wish I banged him. I need the exercise.
Well I tried to steal a golf cart. I fought with the Chick-Fil-A cow. And other things.
I dont know why the TSA people are looking at me wierd. I mean there is no way i am the only hungover college girl here with nine tally marks on her hand and last nights glitter on her face
no, she just came home, mumbled about being a gerbil out of water then ate half cooked chicken nuggets.. normal night
That does it. We're drinking til we're pirates.
Everyone was in jail by 10:30. I'd say it was a successful bachelor party.
I haven't filled him in on Operation "find a sugar daddy & suck dick for money" yet, but I'm sure he just wants me to be happy.
Although now I have "number of cheese slices" as a unit of boob measurement in my head.
How was my night? He had a picture of his mom on his night stand and he yelled "Papi like" when he came. Fuck tequila.
I'm like the total package- I don't want a relationship and I have daddy issues. What more could he want?
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