So... he formspringed me a link to every nude pic ive taken since he 8th grade. ive evolved nicely. but im nervous as to how this a website.
I love that the power of margaritas brought us back together.
My vagina can tell he is in a metal band. I dont know if I can sit down.
First of all, I don't like eggnog. Second of all too much rum is all bad. And thirdly I'm not there to sit in your lap and pretend you are Santa and I've been a bad girl.
woke up to see a man wearing a sailor hat and covered in vomit sneaking out the door. Epic night indeed.
we were hooking up and then he goes "you can touch my penis" and i laughed too hard to do anything. no second date.
And now I have fucked a local celebrity so double free drinks at bars.
The bartender seems to not like the DD's anymore. I'm sad
Ugh I need to clean my floors/walls/ I actually don't understand why boys get drunk and pee on things
Next time one of us has a party everybody has to wear a diaper. But actually you just need a shit ton of disinfectant wipes and maybe a hazmat suit.
All I know is that I woke up with my pajamas on inside out in front of a bowl of watered down kd. Sitting up. I didn't even make it to bed.
Well, I have a text in my phone that just says "Scrumtrelescent" from a girl I have in here as "Cheesy Tits", so you figure out how my night was going.
Things I Learned Tonight: I have no future in goat wrangling. Herding. Whatever you call the ridiculosity that just transpired.
Every time our eyes meet, I silently summon him to my vagina.
she went outside...danced, got some snow, and put cherry vodka in it. she was so proud of herself.
He broke both of his legs jumping out of a window to escape a coyote.
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