You think they'd ask my permission before turning Pajamarama into an orgy. I saw too many of my friends dicks at once the door got kicked down.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
If I remember who won the superbowl tomorrow morning.. I think I'm just going to quit drinking. There really won't be a point anymore
i'm sick of coming in second next to bourbon.
High enough to ask the woman at best buy if she ever feels like she's swimming. and telling the man outside that he smells like happy juice.
I feel like I have heartburn in my nipples.
We dropped so many bottles they would only give us plastic cups. We actually drank ourselves back to preschool.
I feel like that's something that he should've asked me over dinner..... instead of with his hand down my pants? maybe not
She got tired so now we're making anyone who has a stupid idea go into her bedroom so she can sleepslur "good idea" or "baaaad idea." We're calling her the queen of the misguided.
I'm sort of afraid for my life tho. If the 4th of July can be the way it was a DMX show is capable of anything
I got back from work this morning after working the night shift to find an NFL player scaling the side of our apartment...from your window. He just took sneaking out to all new level. Care to explain?
I think that about sums it up, actually.
drunk and crying about Shakespeare- how's your night?
Wait you actually sent a text to your self saying “love you I miss you"?
I'm at a Tim Horton's and two girls just came in handcuffed to eachother
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