So when does "going out for one drink" = giving some guy an HJ on the sidewalk?!?
So apparently vaginal secretions are not covered under water damage insurance for my cell phone
we just made rock paper scissors into a drinking game
I vomitted in the hotel where they film gossip girl last night. Everywhere.
new rule: i'm not touching his penis until he takes me out to dinner.
you know, if you actually abided by that rule there would be many more successful restauranteurs in ohio.
I was masturbating with the shower head and someone flushed the other toilet. Pretty sure I have 3rd degree burns on my clit.
We're past the whole "Did she just try to finger my ass?" Stage. Now it's encouraged.
3 things. 1. is this real life 2. my liver hates me 3. keg race tonight
By the way, i got bored and just started putting my balls on every object in your room. One at a time.
We won't have time to talk.. I'll be rolling you a blunt and you'll be getting naked.
If I get to the point of singing Man of Constant Sorrow then please god let me do it, record it, then cut me off.
We had sex twice and at Wendy's how dare you diminish that.
They came over the loud speaker and said "no laying on the dance floor.." I thought i was dancing, but apparently that's just the way it started out.
I don'y know if I should feel accomplished or disgusted. I just ate a dozen cookies all to myself. I'm leaning more towards accomplished.
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GODDAMNIT WHY AM I MISSING THIS
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