things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
That's the great thing about NY, if you pee your dress you have an entire cab ride to air dry your panties before the next club.
I'm so bored, I can only pretend that this truck is a spaceship for so long.
At what point in time did you decide the pot head with Taco Bell was more important than all your friends.
At about the same time you guys weren't burritos.
Does Vicodin go better with white or red wine?
Either way you look at it, I'm a slut. But either way I look at it, I'm having a fucking blast.
I really have to stop waking up in hot tubs on Friday mornings.
There is a hole in her door about 2 inch in diameter. You may see me on YouPorn
Hypothetical question. Say I was bleeding profusely, close to your house, and needed a place to go to clean up and perform minor surgery on myself. Like now.
Posh spice and Baby spice both in one night. Fantasy complete. God bless halloween.
I guess, all I remember was giving you road head the whole way there so you wouldn't fall asleep.
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
Only I could turn my one night stands into class essays. Go me.
I hate that I still want him to look at me as the vagina that got away.
So... he's my second cousin's step-bro... To do or not to do?
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