I feel dirty and I went home alone. Bars should be like airlines and make fat girls pay double for everything.
I have a dream, to one day wake up next to a girl, walk to the washroom and kick her kids toys out of the way. That day has come, yes we can.
the sex was "jacking off to playboy" bad.
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
All I remember from last night is petting the broom with my feet and feeling like I was standing on a horses head
Sometimes I send them texts like "I want to make you cry and lick up your tears" just to fuck with them. And THAT is how you get rid of a Stage 5 clinger.
The nursing school interview showed me a picture of my passed out during your party. They asked if this was a frquent thing. I told them you drugged me.
He's drinking 50/50 vodka/water out of a camelback. Disaster would be a compliment at this point.
I am dressed. And we didn't do anything. He's gorgeous and tall tho. Something nice to look at when I'm hungover
I fell off my bed and busted open my chin on the prisoner of azkaban. Somehow missed the almost empty Jose handle next to it. So guess what I was doing last night?
All I am going to say is this: I woke up with lots of bruises on my knees from running around on all fours being a 'dinosaur'. Either girls night in went terribly wrong or terribly right.
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
Strip club, what strip club did I eat a steak at? That's the appropriate question
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
bonus check + party bus = big hot mess
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