whoa...plan B gets you drunker quicker.
Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse, my dad sang and dedicated Sexual Healing to me at kareoke night.
Jessi just used the excuse "it's not you it's me" to get out of getting a lap dance.
You going to have to be more specific than the night we blew an 8ball off the toilet..
And you kept repeating "I didn't know know that this was a no blow job zone."
You missed out on a serious adventure. Cops were called. We put a chicken in someones house.
Just because you put plan b in my Easter basket doesn't give you an excuse not to wear a condom.
I wonder if he has realized that I have poured all if those shots he bought into the tip jar
I just spent 10 min explaining to my mom how orange is a strange color. I think she knows
It really does creep me out though that the next ten years will involve my friends creating smaller versions of themselves because to be honest I don't know how much I like some of them. So that thought it really scary
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
I just fell off a roof. So I'm kinda chillin for a minute.
the only thing she has in her apt so far is toilet paper and shot glasses. you can see where the priorities lie.
In the words of my step grandma "whatever makes your pussy happy"
I BLEED THE BLOOD OF MY ANCESTORS WHO FOUGHT SO BRAVELY FOR MY FREEDOM
cool u want pads or tampons
tampons please
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