you didnt remember my name all night. you kept referring to me as "the blonde with the fat ass"
I doubt the Taliban would support fake nipples.
Accidentally just signed something at work 'lotus flower' I need to keep my stripper life separate from real life.
Everytime the frat boy touches his bro's ass after making a cup take a drink
I was barred out and drunk as fuck locked out at 3am in my Indian costume. It was literally freezing outside. I laid down on the concrete and made a bonfire with dry leaves. Then proceeded to ask.the.bonfire nicely to "please dont go out". Drunk me went strait up survival mode.
I'm okay. We got a prayer rug sent to us with the face of jesus on it. From Tulsa Oklahoma. Kinda weird.
Double vision is so hot when a big dick is in sight. Thank you Bud Light.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
Yes I slept with him, he was the only one not wearing a costume. Guys with costumes are just trying to impress you.
I learn from experience and I experienced what it would be like to completely lose my mind and then wake up with a stab wound.
Whenever someone tells me they've never met a bisexual, I feel like a majestic fucking unicorn.
It's going to turn into you and me throwing down in a devastating lip-synch battle while everyone else stands around awkwardly.
Bad part of last night: I puked in my hair. Good part of last night: I assembled a posse.
You kept pulling me aside saying "look what I found"
Tequila. The ruiner of all good intentions.
He wanted to take me to breakfast in the morning. He told me he respects me after I said no. I told him to respect me at a distance.
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