so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
The sex was so not worth the four dollars it cost to drive over the bridge
well..after leaving the bar you handed me your wallet and said you didnt need it cause you were going to find the cash cab and added 'i'll see you on tv'
I hit her tiny dog with a horseshoe an hour ago. Her and her mom cried as it laid on the ground shaking. Im drunk.
At least they aren't charging us for the broken diving board...
2nd semester senior, always drunk. at this point if i don't get a good parking spot, i turn around and drive home
So I know we're not talking about this anymore buuuuuut I left heel marks on the wall.
You sent me snap chats of you guys having sex. Like plural. It was like flip book porn, I'm traumatized.
Strip mythology. Everyone wins. Most of all me.
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
I feel as though my head has drastically changed shape
He made me tacos after the sex. Best date ever!
Pooping in a box is not fun. You're not a cat.
How is there a hawk inside this house? More importantly how the hell is he handling it without any gear?
When have you ever know me to go too far?
Besides the alcoholism, the HR issues, and getting fired from Best Buy for tackling a display?
Yeah. Besides those.
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