We walked past a group of guys in front of a bar last night and they claimed, I quote: Wow, we'd actually have to work for that.
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
I least I know I can't get pregnant because it's on my hair
I think I sharted a yagerbomb.
Don't leave without me in the morning. I keep scaring everyone cause I'm sleeping in the bathtub.
Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
he aplogized for the shitty sex and called me "ma'am" when he did it. And he wants redemption sex. Gah I love southern gentlemen.
I can't really talk right now. I'm getting on a plane to Oregon to go give a guy a bj. I'll see you in three days.
He wants to make love to me in a sea of paint and wash my tears away with the brushes surrounding us..I've known him for 2 days.
I would have thought, as two of my best friends, you girls could have cought me as I fell out of the shower. There are so many bruises.
I think I just got propositioned for sex by the lady behind the counter at dunkin donuts
You always seem to be able to bribe me with tequila and Mac and cheese. This relationship of ours will cause me health problems someday.
We're like a dynamic duo.
Bisexual and Proud, Lesbian and Loud.
Can we go to the gas station to get cigarettes before we get drunk. It's hard enough to say Marlboro sober.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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