i wouldnt be suprised if in indian your name meant "walking lie"
My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
the drag queen on stage looks like shes wearing the EXACT same dress i wore 2 senior prom.
She soaked the fruit in vodka for ten minutes and then mixed it with normal fruit and sherbert icecream. It was called "lottery fruit".
I stumbled into my living room at 4 a.m. to find him hurling my laptop across the room and his pants around his ankles. Clearly his night didn't go as planned.
my purse only fit my wallet or the martini shaker. it wasnt even a question of which i was bringing.
Our funnel is on top of our neighbors roof.
Pretty sure the shower sex fucked up my hip alignment... im walking like im 104 today
he stopped talking to me, quit his job, moved out of the province and then told me it was "no big" when I called him apologizing...
It's official. Those are now your come fuck me flipflops
Or I could hide in your trunk so you can sneak out of putt putt for sex breaks
Got so high i fell asleep kyaking...for 2 hours.
I woke up this morning hand cuffed to the bed with three bruised ribs and Amy written in lipstick on my chest... what happen lastnite??
You kept shouting about how you were the king of all bitches...and doors, for some reason.
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
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