It all came flooding back to me: there was a woman with one hand
oh great. the only prospects for sex left for the night are douchebag in the ed hardy shirt & frodo-looking ass
fuck it... i'll be the lord of his rings
I figured it out. hungover me hates drunk me, drunk me hates sober me, and sober me hates being sober. so yes, were blacking out tonight.
I just saw him at the bookstore and all I could think about was him licking your ass
you threatened to puke on the table cause they didnt serve eggs Benedict
Her exstacy made her nickname everyone David. Nobody knows who the fuck she's talking to so we just say no to everything she says. She's crying.
so according the 72 facebook statuses i put up last night that i don't recall, i would say it was a success. how about you?
Oh btw, that was a wonderful blow job. You did a good job.
They evidently had to pull his penis out of me while we were passed out on the floor.
He wants to hookup..at the fair..this is our chance to leave him stranded with no clothes.
it says 'tasty bitch' in sharpie on my tits...
as he was bent over the toilet, he turned to me and said "barbarian kyle is much stronger than regular kyle" and then went right back to puking.
I thought adderall would sober me up, but it did NOT.
I forgot wine drunk hurts
Sorry you uh had to see that last night. That's the problem with open fields, no privacy...
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