It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
Trying to guess which perfume the stripper was wearing based on my bf's clothes
Thank God I did Vegas bombs with those cops at their Christmas party. We should so be in jail.
its sad that I know 23 beers will fit into my purse
he made his penis look like a sprinkler when he was coming. it was pretty cool actually.
Tried to make out with a statue, turns out it was a person.
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
We tried to make ramen in a glass bowl on the stove. They called facilities to pick the glass out of the door
Because Kyle had a tattoo kit at his house and I wanted one and all he could draw was a mustache or a stickman on fire
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
I'm getting a collar when he gets back in to town! That's like the bdsm equivalent of getting his class ring!
I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents.
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
I wiped my ass with some girl's sock, I would honestly admit if I hate Caitlin's sandwich.
That was the best shit ever it was like an exorcism for my colon
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