Duck Duck Cougar?
Can one do a walk of shame from one's own hotel? Considering I just barfed in a planter down town in from of a bunch of business men in suits on my way to a work breakfast on a Wednesday morning, I am gonna just go with yes.
Also, just saw a homeless man answer a phone call on a blackberry...
The bartender laughed but the manager kicked me out when the mom conplained. There's no way my fart harmed that baby in any way
I was told to ask you about memoirs of a geisha.
Bible prof is the guy I made out with at the gay bar on the fourth. He doesn't remember.
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
And to add, there was a fat guy right next to me who, when the girls would shake their butts, he would let out a shrill xena warrior princess cheer
i was the only bi girl at the frat party. i felt like the last cresent roll at thanksgiving
My walk of shame was four miles long and I had to stop for a water break. I am the picture of class.
Dude. I don't even want cuddles. I just want an acknowledgement that I just had balls in my mouth.
Just saw my ex AGAIN. The constellation of gays must be at some sort of weird point with Mercury.
He's finally divorcing her, so naturally he tells me that we're not exclusive anymore. His penis 'wants what it wants' apparently.
You can accomplish quite a bit with a can do attitude and a well placed ice cube.
The amount of illegal things I've done this weekend is astounding.
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