This kristen chick is fuckin nuts. She's pyscho. She's a trainwreck. She carries baggage. She's... Perfect.
I think I just met the technical qualifications for binge drinking in five minutes
two words: fractured penis. two more: emergency room.
who the fuck is that kid sitting with you...
I don't have any fucking idea. I woke up and he was there. I'm kinda creeped out.
I was high enough to understand and function with 'flip' while playing brick breaker
Damn. I don't think I could ever be that high.
I miss the days of selfishly blowing a load in the condom without her knowing and acting all like "we shouldn't do this" so she would get dressed and leave.
Its like the two hemispheres of my brain are in a death match but are two evenly matched for either side to win kinda drunk.
She ended up puking in the bathroom. But she's a good drunk... i told her to stay in there so i could dance til the club closed. She was still in the stall an hour later.
Sat in the shower and reenacted the "Wiggle your big toe" scene from Kill Bill. THAT hungover.
Omg. I felt like a crazed animal last night. My lesbian instincts burned a hole in my panties.
It's always nice when a total stranger hates your ex just as much as you think they should.
BOOOOOOOOOOOO *takes away your hoe card*
Had a dream we were competing for tomatos.
conclusion: canadians have really freaky sex
I love you.
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