i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
so that wasnt chicken after all
Bel-fucking-mar, this place has more popped collars than a Hollister catalog
left comments onEVRY SINGLE1of my posts n status updates.Im done dating freshmen
She left me a voicemail too. It's just her moaning her name repeatedly
He made me a "booty call of the year" award.
trying to line up a DD for St Pats Day. i guarantee i will put out. or puke and pass out. really its 50/50 at this point.
She set fire to my carpet trying to power-dry puke covered cigs with Josh's blowtorch. How she found it in the garage is beyond me but if you bring her with you again I'll shoot you myself.
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
I still regret not being there for your blackout into the dumpster last year
Well, maybe we can talk about it over a drink and some crushed up vicodin.
you walked into the party, and all you had on was your left sock... literally.
Happy 20th birthday! I hope you like anxiety and having your debit card declined at McDonald's!
Yeah well I fucked my ex on a sink last night soooo booty calls for us all
Planning a vacation around my dog. I have become one of those dog moms.
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