i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
The walk of shame is far, far worse on crutches.
Ryan Howard.... the only guy who struck out more than me this weekend
I walked into his living room and saw him watching the play-offs while eating tomato paste out of the can with a bottle of wine. I'm telling you to stop talking to him. now.
What do you want me to say to her? "Oh hey, I need to borrow your soon to be husband to make a porn, cool?"
After a certain blood-alcohol level, the dog is in charge.
I totally just found ecstasy floating around in the bottom of my purse, it's almost like good karma from the time I lost that blow...but not quite
sorry can't make it tonight, greg's getting back from italy. he's had two weeks of carbs and no gym; now's my chance to get myself a piece of that newly-fat, low self-esteemed ass.
I've already agreed to hook up with 3 people tonight, and its not even 2:00 yet... I think this is what the path to success looks like.
The guys in the quick check just recognized me as the girl who bought rolling papers and whipped cream. This is the walk of shame on crack.
Who knew wearing a toga outside would provide for and infinite amount of dick to choose fron
I know I don't have feelings for him because I feel completely ashamed every time after we have sex
Xanax and cookies, it's good to be home
So what other shows do you masturbate to? Or is it just friends
We are never doing shots of gin. Never again.
I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we're doing.
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