My brain says no but my pants say off.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
he started drinking at 9am with grey goose and pancakes. He IS my hero.
I know it sounds like a good idea, but doing Spanish homework at a bar just because the owners are Mexican and they give us margaritas really wasn't the best decision.
Fell down a spiral staircase. Et tu vodka. Et tu.
he fell down during beer pong and the chick told him to rub the sand out of his pussy and suck it up. i am in love
I can't wait for paintbang. I'm going to throw a marker at a child. There will be bail money in my backpack in m trunk. Don't use it on beer.
No more drinking with Em. She was on the ground so much she looked like she belongs in a lifealert commercial
I know you're on vacation but you should know I just walk of shamed through a hotel lobby while leaving a threesome on Friday the 13th. Fuck superstition, I win.
Also, thank you for letting me cry in your lap on the bathroom floor. I can't remember if I was clothed at that point, but if I wasn't, extra thank you.
I texted him a series of texts in which the first letters of each text spelled out "WE SHOULD HAVE SEX". If that's not dedication to the dick, I don't know what is
You gave me the best orgasm of my life. I'm buying you a house
He spent ten minutes post bj, limp cock still out, in shock repeating 'best blow job ever'. So yes, yelling I am the penis queen out the car window was justified.
she glued two packs of googly eyes on you while you were blacked out. We talked her out of using her hot glue gun.
ummmm thanks
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