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.
its like whenever the snow comes all the hott girls drop out of school. where are they
Based on how hungover I feel today, it makes more sense that the bouncer didn't let me in to that bar.
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
Btw...pregnancy boobs are amazing. I don't recommend pregnancy in general but the boobs are good.
Precisely. She's an awesome drinking companion; yet, not so awesome mother-in-law material.
I lost it last night. That was humiliating. Cincinnati is now covered in my puke.
Plus, it's just valuable. Virgin pee is very well-priced.
You kept asking us from the backseat if you were driving ok and then you kept talking to your hiccups and yelling at them to "stop it already!"
Turns out, it's impolite to repeatedly request Seal "Kiss From a Rose" at bars
Omg my orgasm just made the fucking sun come out. Clearly my libido controls the weather now.
He kept screaming "I am the thunder!" when he was riding me.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
What?? I could've slept with an ordained minister!
HER BOYFRIEND CAME HOME WHILE WE WERE GETTING IT ON IN THE SHOWER
At least you smelled nice while he kicked your ass.
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