roommate just walked in on us. two and a half times. the half, she just knocked, sighed, and walked away.
i may have used way too many innuedos last night. i scared him off. but really... how could i pass up "stimulus package" and "flacid economy." don't answer that.
he just found out the funeral is this morning so i'm wearing last night's clothes and look like a total slut.
I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
So apparently when I was 2, I went around drinking everybody's beer at some wedding, then passed out in a corner....
This explains a lot.
something had to give and with her weight the coffee table never stood a chance
you called your neighbor "slutsauce" then passed out on the stairway. not even sure why, but props to you.
Watching crazy stupid love and drinking alone isn't what I thought it was gonna be
Its TONS better. Expect a drunk dial at 11:54
I woke up with a black eye, bruised knuckles, wearing women's clothing, in a house I did not recognize, next to a solid 9. Thank you for making 21 special.
If I die young bury me in satin. And make sure there's a taco bar at my funeral.
You slid down the wall and got into the fetal position. He was definitely judging... I was judging....
You need to stop thinking about the needs of your vagina and concentrate on the greater good
i knew it was love when she pulled a beer out from between her boobs and offered it to me
You were petting your bowl of cocoa puffs and shushing it softly while staring at the mirror
I love you, and I just washed my hair in my work sink with handsoap.
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