And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
I think they gave out some kind of ugly girl scholarship I don't know about...
You said you were collecting Asians for your Kate Gosselin costume.
Ask him about the girl he took home Saturday night. I swear she voted for Kennedy.
Apparently, my drunken 3AM idea of safety is to send a GPS map of my location to someone 700 miles away. Seriously considering death as a viable alternative to this hangover. Death or Yuengling.
You can't text people with drinkers' regret at 8 in the morning. It's just bad form.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
Can you find me some 'I threw up in my hair last night' medicine?
hell hath no fury like a questionably-gay best friend scorned
I would totes reciprocate the nip pic, but I'm sick with a piece of tissue shoved up one of my nostrils and I'm just not feeling that ambitious. Sorry.
So I woke up alone in the hotel room clutching a bible to my chest. Explain, please.
I don’t know if I’m nauseous or just disgusted with myself.
I left my Bacardi and dignity in your freezer. Will come get it later.
Right before he dumped me... he got a really ugly pair of pants. They were twill pants. A pinkish color. When I'm sad... I picture him in them. It makes me smile.
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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