They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
fuck your aforementioned shoe
As soon as I saw the video camera and red light on, I started rolling my eyes when he would put it in me and telling him maybe his dick was too small cause I didn't feel anything...trust me that tape is going nowhere
The musician playing at the bar just puked inside his acoustic guitar, then sang an encore performance. I love Louisa!!!!
Its like I was sleeping with a kid. His gum fell into my hair while sleeping and he just wanted to cuddle.
we took turns throwing up in the kitchen sink last night...no i am not doing the dishes
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
Seriously? Time stamp. 2:31 AM. And I am taking self potraits with a tree. Betty Ford anyone?
She's hidden vodka up her skirt and is riding a parking meter. Things can only get better
I vote intervention dinner around 6, make up movie around 7:30ish, then apology drinks all night. Then hangover waffle house in the morning.
high enough to want to lick peanut butter off of Michael Buble's vocal chords as he serenades me.
I drunkenly called my ex on Skype last night and didn't talk, just smiled real big at him until I fell asleep.
Blow job season was short but glorious.
You are one with the wind and sky, bro.
CRAIGSLIST IS NOT THE ANSWER
IM LONELY AND HORNY
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