The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
I distinctly recall there being a "I can't be dead 2maro" stipulation to going out last night. There's been a breech of contract
Land Before Time marathon. we drink every time littlefoot almost eats a treestar.
You never did explain why you were in wal-mart with a wok full of popcorn.
My brother just asked if I would keep having one nighters with that guy because he really likes the organic cotton v-necks he leaves behind.
A zombie called me motorboat central while participating in an auction to motorboat my tits. he then proceeded to propose, insisting that he makes alot money.
He asked for a foot job. Whatever. I guess I'm swimming in new slut waters tonight.
We won't have time to talk.. I'll be rolling you a blunt and you'll be getting naked.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
Just took adderall with about half a bottle of red wine...i have stopped trying for this last exam
I have bits of ceiling fan all over now
I just wrote my resume on the same park bench I got felt up at in freshman year of highschool... I've truly come full circle
Remember when we made out in a Chik-Fil-A drive thru?
Your mankini haunted my dreams.
He said when the pizza came I zip locked one slice and went to the couch and snuggled with it. Does that give you an idea of how my night was?
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