First order of business is dropping my 9 am gym class. I'm sweating pure vodka.
We decided we needed a drinks fridge in our bathroom.
and on the second day it was tequilla tuesday. and the lord saw it was good.
IDK who she called, but some guy came into the party, flying drop kicked Joe said never again. She has to invite him around again.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
Why is hotel staff askin about the blood in our room
The dorm having an ice machine is their way of inviting us to make mixed drinks.
Oh my god. A memory of last night just came to me. One of our neighbors joked about Thomas having a big dick and I just kept shaking my head profusely.
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
We should give each other good-luck-on-your-finals head in the morning.
And please let him know I don't normally go off on long rants about feminist theory. That was totally the vodka talking.
Pretty sure I just puked up sand. And nothing else.
I'm pretty sure that I drunkenly used the phrase "I just want his beard all over my body" way too many times last night.
She looks like a character that batman would try to kill, or something.
We were talking about kinky shit, and I suggested a hand job in church.
How'd that go over?
Praise the lord and pass the lotion.
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