I just went through her cupboards. Eye patch and sword. nowhere near each other. different shelfs.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
It's kind of hard to say bye to you when you fall asleep on the bar..
I'm microwaving a frozen bottle of Two Buck Chuck while watching The Proposal with my housemate. I'm not sure what success is like, but I'm fairly confident this isn't it.
Also, am I the only one who noticed he didn't fuck you until after you were technically a cripple? Or am I reading into this too much? Congrats on that btw
I was trying to chase her off the carpet, but now there are figure-eights of cat vomit. everywhere
THESE BITCHES NOT IN MY MAJOR BETTER NOT FILL UP MY SLAVIC FAIRYTALES CLASS
C'mon pople!!! THursday afternoon isnot gonna drinkin itself!!!
The fact that I took a nap during my midterm shows exactly how I handle being an adult
He stood me up.
I'm no sure if I should be pissed or proud that he finally grew a backbone.
somebody should make me the poster child for not drinking everclear..
What do you mean? Just eat his food and have sex with him. Unless you want a relationship, then just eat his food.
This is a weird combination of planning and sexting but whatever
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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