just threw up in the bushes outside my lecture hall. sometimes i hate the freedom college gives you.
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
in case you havent found it already in honor of Toy story 3 we wrote ANDY on the bottom of your foot while you were passed out on the couch.
she found me naked passed out on the toilet and i just kept repeating "i'm like elvis, but not dead."
that's what penises do
they tell lies.
We have 10 gallons of home brew. And james has an amazonian blow dart weapon that sticks in bags and the wall. Come over
we have to top last new years. except im not ready for jail. that can wait a couple years
So we have also come to the conclusion that slam piece Saturday's are the appropriate follow ups to find a husband Fridays
I was worried he'd break you after the hiatus your lady parts had to take from social interaction.
She helped me out of the car and i face planted into the snow.....and just stayed there and took like a 30 min nap.
Nothing says "single girl" quite like Pinot Grigio and canned ravioli at 11:30 pm....
the puppy had a little leather gag and was using a ball gag as a fetch toy
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
I just had all of the sex. All of it.
Idk if my headache is from the alcohol, the pot brownies, or being dragged down 8 flights of stairs by my ankles because i passed out in the 12th floor girls bathroom by you. Probably a combo of all three.
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