similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I just filled out my 2010 Census drunkenly. I'm single handedly throwing it off.
he kept whispering yes yes yes yes the entire 15 minutes. i almost wish it was a quickie.
It's sad really how 5 am brings with it a distinction from drunken to pathetic.
I woke up with someone else's vomit on my ass. That's how I'm doing today.
Dude she was 62...with a boob job. And I'm proud to say I made out with that.
I can't. I think his penis is about to take out a restraining order against me.
By talk him into it I assume you mean blow him into it.
So, it's been almost 3 months and and I still dont know her last name. That's gotta be a record.
i will not be out-irished. not this night. if i don't wake up tomorrow handcuffed to a hospital bed, i have failed my ancestors.
she was puking nonstop out of the car window in the rain during our hour long drive back, we got lot of honks
Life without a bra equals bliss.
We will let tequila do the talkin this weekend
I left my red butterfly dildo laying on my bedroom floor this morning....my landlord is currently showing the house to people. Fuck can't ever face him again.
I'm noticing I drink less and do fewer lines when I do both together.
Now that's what I call smart money management.
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