Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
history professor just told us he has magic fingers. i'm going for it.
he threw up all over himself while laying down.. it was like watching old faithful, but with noodles and vodka
I lost it last night. That was humiliating. Cincinnati is now covered in my puke.
Lol, you asked the waitress to box up someone else's discarded food last night
there's a drunk hobo under the bridge wearing a jester hat and screaming at women
Some lady found my secret pooping bathroom at work. Do I fight her Highlander style? I made or may not be fashioning a crude sword from seat covers and toilet paper rolls.
Do it. DO IT. There can be only one.
I'll miss you, too. On the bright side, a night away from one another might give me a chance to recup seminal fluids.
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
I CAN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF THE ANIMES.
Now we just need to figure out why your underwear was in your bra
I slept on her porch...in her dads handcuffs
I fucked a marine... I told him it was like personal revenge and he said he could live with that and that he didn't mind being used.
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