trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
What kind of friend are you? You don't even blackout anymore.
We waved. But it was a "let's hook up" wave.
he busted into the room with single cheese slices and started yelling "THROW SOME CHEESE ON THAT BITCH"
I couldn't tell if they ere dancing or fucking but they won the costume contest
We were licking ciroc off the poker table
you look like you're about to get down on your knees and give america the business.
Just remembered I railed lines while holding a puppy
I got my eyebrow ring humped out. How is that even possible?
for once I'd like a one night stand where I don't meet the guys mom or wife in the morning
Your pictures have evolved a lot over the years but I think your angry dick pic phase was one of my favorites
Going overboard is basically 75% of my personality
I'm a gorgeous hot mess
He let me share his family pack of hot pockets with him. Chivalry isn't dead after all.
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