I'll pay for our taxi if you let me makeout with the drummer and we don't leave RIGHT when the bassist does.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
I like to melt taper candles in my wine bottles the next day, it makes my drinking trophies more classy, and makes me look like less of an alcoholic.
His penis was definitely too big to be the type that wants commitment. Shit.
I feel like I need to get rid of the black eyeliner, glitter, and tequila breath before I to that world poverty conference..
woke up with the dennys waiters MYSPACE link on the back of my receipt...yep one of those nights
Let's just say a refrigerator got involved and after that I had to send him home.
I tried to show my boob for free volcano tacos at taco bell last night. Not boobs. Just boob. The manager wasn't allowing it.
He sent me a mirror pic of himself and sent it to me and all i could think about was the amazing bong hits i took with his roommate in that bathroom.
I just had my first lesbian experience. Out of spite.
I have a high opinion of you, you smash bitches. Respect.
I just trimmed my bush to manageable levels. I'm gonna take a nap and then get in there and finish the job.
Yeah, I mean I'll probably fuck him regardless but I'm trying to be a lady about it.
he told me that I'm basically going to be the mom of the house when they move in...i like to see it as being a MILF without the responsibility of real children
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