So... how did lowering your standards work out last night?
my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
the taste of these tagalongs is totally worth boning that creepy troop leader chick...
Paddidles count extra in the back of a cop car
do not get into a discussion with my roommate when im sitting there naked ever again.
great idea involving lots of fake blood and face paint, call me tomorrow.
I don't even want to think about the kind of person who would shit in the street before 10pm on a Sunday.
Babysitting for someone you accidently sent nudies to is so fucking awkward.
in the middle of fucking he asked me if i had gotten a haircut because he noticed i didnt have split ends anymore. i dont know what to think
He wanted me naked, so I got naked. You can't hold that against me.
you're good to come back. The bouncer pulled me aside and told me. He also said you have nothing to worry about and that you have an awesome "upper punch" or some shit
I woke up with my shoes still on and my pants around my ankles cause I couldn't get them over my shoes
its the 14th virginity that counts the most anayways
may or may not have snorted a line of tums... wtf.
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