things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
I told you I would drunk text you sometime........its that time.
When god put her together, he was drunk & feeling creative... a vagina here, sexually ambiguous breasts there, and a pair of shoulders that would make a linebacker jealous
There are rumors he has a square penis....ill do anything though....
Theres a dude at this concert at the urinal double fisting beers, taking drinks from both while simultaneously pissing euerywhere. He is my hero
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
Well you really should've thought of that before you painted your walls the same color as your toilet
I don't remember anything that happened last night past 10.. I made him buy me a Buckeye's Donut tshirt. I have no idea why he'd want to fuck me after that.
Yes. Be the home wrecker you've always dreamed of being.
WE COULD TOTALLY DO ECSTASY AND GO TO THAT CAT SHELTER OFF OF BROADWAY.
So note to self oboe reeds soaked in Apple Rubinoff sound GREAT.
I just look at my butt and see so much potential.
He saved that picture of my boobs for good luck romance still exists
When a guy invites you to dinner and breakfast the next day it's implied that he's going to make some sweet loving in betwixt correct?
Never thought I'd see the day when I got assless chaps in the mail, and yet here we are...
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