You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Ok. In one sink is a hairdrier. Still plugged in. The other is filled with broken glass. What do I do?!
Nvm. Bloody hand trumps dead. Also, where is gauze.
We need a plan...
Find random men. Use them as sexual objects. There's our plan.
and then he tried plucking my nose hairs. lines were crossed.
The night was going well until I found tufts of my hair in the freezer. Then I got nervous
Is it possible to have pulled a muscle in my neck from passing out with my head in a bucket?
I caught him with his head in the spinach bag this morning. He was laughing demonically saying, "i love spinach, yes I do."
Its hard to hear the music in here over his nasal whistle. And his breath smells like old milk. I think I need more vodka, and he better be buying. You owe me.
Yeah. He can't come because his mom found the pizza box under his bed with my underwear in it. He acted confused, guess because i forgot to tell him..
i woke up and saw you were brushing his hair naked. I can never pass out around you, man.
just saw sorostitutes streaking near the university president's house. thank you tequila day
But I'll just tell people it was a bar fight... Sounds a lot better than "well I was drunk and alone and eating Special K naked in my bed"
Do you remember doing synchronized hip thrusts to Michael Jackson? Probably one of my favorite parts of the night
i'm now remembering the last part of my nigght....ugh. apperently i bargained with the wendys drive up girl after they closed and got "w/e they had left" for $7
The bartender remember my drink from last sat. I think we just became drocals...drunk. locals.
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