I wasn't pimping you out... I was helping you network!
Do you remember peeing on the wall and then yelling at us to stop looking at your dick?
you drank 3/4s of your half gallon of vodka, made a fort out of the kitchen table, and actaually had sex in in it.
Nada. Shooting off confetti and wanted to see I'd u could see it from ur house.
Wow. Its not even 11am.
The fire breather is here so I may get my second wind.
My dick was almost in plain McDonald's sight
Then my perve supervisor asked about your vagina. And I was like nunya, but its glorious
Only I could get hit on by homophobic straight guys in a drag bar.
I'm drinking coffee out of a pasta sauce jar and eating fruit soaked in Smirnoff. I think I've hit rock bottom.
Sitting in my kitchen at 3am, craving dick and eating peanut butter instead. I'm not sure how I feel about being 27.
I've decided that it's a bad thing. But I've also decided that I don't give a fuck.
We just fucked like crazy and now I'm dipping chips in macaroni & cheese. I feel completely accomplished. This may be the best day ever.
I made him leave to get me chicken nuggets so I could have sex with his roommate
I keep track of what day of the week it is by my recent destinations on my nav system. \nRight now it's: booty call, bar, booty call, brunch, bar, church so that must mean we are getting close to Sunday when we start the rotation all over again.
if it makes u feel better, i skipped class so i could go to a sex convention in jersey a few hours earlier than if i went to class.
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