so that girl updated her facebook status as "had the worst night ever last night"
um, i could be wrong but i think it might've had something to do with mark drunkenly screaming about her unibrow right in front of her
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
my bed looks and feels like i need to buy plan b.
the liability waiver did not state that i couldn't bring my bottle of wine in the bouncy castle. it did Not.
something came early last nite... and lemme tell u it wasn't christmas...
you were asking all the dicks on chatroulette if they had daddy issues
So he didn't pull out. And I like flipped out. And the he told me to chill and opened up a drawer full of packs of Plan B and handed me one.......
Also, I don't remember opening my gifts from my family. It was cool when I woke up with a new ihome.
I've got to stop giving the gift of vagina for every occasion. I'm exhausted.
My vagina is not really on board with my "emotional issues"
Drunbk and roasting marshmallows on my stove. Accidentally singed the catr's fur but she'sd alright.
Our first crop came in on the day that they added Hercules to Netflix Instant, I think it's the universe telling us that it approves of us growing shrooms in our guest room.
A stripper just invited me to her daughter's birthday. Where did my life go wrong?
He fucked me in one of the back rooms at the club then gave me an altoid. I have mixed feelings about it still.
What's the blow job-backrub exchange rate these days? I've got some killer stress knots
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