Good. I was naked most of the night. But sometimes I would wear my tux vest...But only my tux vest. It was classy
if i were reduced to my simplest elements, i would be jizz and glitter.
Update: still drunk enough to get lost in Zellers and to think my reflection was my mother. Awesome day.
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
It took him an hour to realize I wasn't this "Sarah" girl, and by then he was already crying and eating pizza rolls.
bah. we'll see. don't give yourself a boner of false hope.
If we could give a gymnastic score to drunken nights, I would be a part of the Fab Five.
I'm gonna make some noodles and go to bed. Hopefully I don't fall into the stove or something.
It was like, once I started flashing you, I couldn't stop.
Me and my bruised tit have to wake up at 4 AM.
When the sex is so good, you need three fans and have to chug a gallon of water after
we're spending all day in bed drinking spiked eggnog and fucking
He said he wanted to lick the breadcrumbs off my chest
I kid you not. He let me in into his house, showed me the putt putt in his backyard. Offered to play me.
but next to his bed he has a bible, and on the bible he has a pbr coaster and a condom. how can i stay mad at that? Its amazing.
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