used his ipod to set the mood...1st song was livin on a prayr 2nd song was disco stick
i expected more from guys that i meet at the jersey shore.
it's fine if we fail the bar, we were never going to satisfy the moral character requirement anyway
So basically our separate showers turned into one shower, to save water, which turned into a bath, which turned into sex on the bed, which turned into drinking beer in the bed, and thats what the stain is from... bud light. sorry.
Was just explained ingredients in a four loko. Puzzles of the universe starting to piece together.
Needless to say they were not happy to find out that we braided their hair together, when one of them woke up needing to puke bad
he had me stop mid-blow job to make me use my phone to id a song on the radio..
i wasnt really sure how to responde to that.
I'm the only one who goes to a bar and leaves with an extra twenty bucks and a pumpkin.
I'm more of a 'talk at me while I stare at you' kinda girl.
i projectile vomited shoeless at 7:30 a.m. in a taco bell parking lot. never again.
So I've been spending my morning trying to figure out if there's a corealation between Wednesday margarita night and the boat that's now in my living room.
Mind if I sleep with your cousin? If I can... thanks. If no, sorry its gonna happen.
ORGASMS AND PIZZA
PIZZA AND ORGASMS
There's a Taco Bell quesadilla in my shower caddy right now.
Drunk level: ugly crying in the bar upon discovery of sweet tarts and not smarties.
You want further proof that God hates me? Okay. We're on the way to the ER. A homeless man stabbed me at the gas station.
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