Yeah. My legs are trembling...hard to walk. Feels like a neon arrow is pointing at me saying "just had sex (with not his wife)"
WHY DOES GOD HATE MY DICK
So. Camera broke because I tried to wash it under the sink, kristi had to take me home and I woke up to my computer showing me that I googled how t take more than one shot at a time. I'd say the night was a success.
I'm trapped in whichever ring of hell is populated by inbred yokels and type 2 diabetes.
These eggs taste like chocolate chip cookies. This is the best hangover ever.
i look like a southern belle. however, i am around a million kegs. so i will be a southern shitshow.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say last night was a success, also the neighbors are counting down the days until we move out.
I just told him that with every paper, I'd take a picture of myself with one less piece of clothing. Who say's I can't be a tutor?
We got a standing ovation as security was escorting us out of the ballpark, it was a proud moment
He sent me nudes and then a text asking if I tried the new Cantina Bowl from Taco Bell. He sure does romance right, doesn't he?
Plus who wants to live somewhere tom jerked off? No one.
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
He just got really stoned and kept complementing my ponytail
Details are irrelevant. Come bail me out of jail.
You peed in the sink and kept shouting "I'm the black swan! Ca-caw!"
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