batman tramp stamp. Dibs.
One of the mothers are the party said to me "All your friends are getting married, you're just getting drunk"
obviously my correlation between being a pro surfer and being extremely good in bed was 100% wrong.
Sorry I never got back to you, I ended up at a party with pot ice cream, pot apple cider, and hash vegetable oil.
I will pre answer that I did not see it the fun way. He was peeing outside.
I feel like we should build an island for girls that have committed atrocious numbers of unforgivable sins. We'll call it 'whore island' after the anchorman fashion.
You also once spent an entire hour explaining the origin of the strip steak to me.
Do me a favor and don't mention him I feel like Regina George and I just want to scream I made him
He invited to drink but spelled forties wrong so no thx
Is it too soon for me to wonder what sex with him would be like?
I feel like asking for a towel for after I puke before I puke to be more respectful than jus going outside to puke and coming back inside covered in sweat and tears.
Being sober is no fun. Karaoke and not wearing pants are not socially acceptable things to do anymore and this depresses me.
Also, for real, though? Did we even have sex or were we just jumping on the bed drunk and naked...because with me that's actually a possibility.
I've had your balls on my face a bunch of times so the least you could do is buy a girl some dinner.
Even my conscience is telling me to take this Wednesday's exam buzzed.
Randomize
