I dont remember anything after Tequila & Apple Juice. May have disovered the recipe for mental bleach.
He asked if it was my vagina. I told him it was my butt. Clearly I need to buy him a map of the female form.
Promise me that if I become one of those sad people that facebook pesters you to 'reconnect with' you'll tell me so I can delete mine and save myself the humiliation?
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
So when I got her home I realized being a lesbian again isn't like riding a bike...
just found a piece of pizza in my dresser.....i remember you saying you were going to save one for later so i'm assuming this is your doing
I realized I'm gonna have to fit cheating on my gf, sleeping with my gf and having dinner with her parents all into one Sunday evening
Its so fun. We're having a music war with the boat next to us. They have strippers.
No...this little piggys going to the bar
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
Want to go home, so casually slip my underwear in his pocket. Never seen him grin so big and say goodbye to his friends.
She brought me back a blanket from Mexico, then we had sex on it
He lured me round with the prospect of sex and then made me proofread his CV and spoon. I fucking hate this guy.
So I lost my dignity between the strip club and your penis...
It was like I was gay for pay but except being gay I became straight and instead of for pay it was for coke.
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