Apparently I signed "I love you" on my bar tab last night.
I can't belive they dont sell booze Sunday mornings. I mean some of us have to work
he was shitfaced drunk and couldn't walk but could still recite the top 10 in order from the first season of american idol. impressive
i actually have a tan line from him holding my boob while we were sunbathing
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
Should I be curious about Jeffrey randomly sending me a picture of him holding a crab, or just move on with my life?
for future reference: playing drunken strip-twister is a euphemism for a threesome. just thought you should know.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
whatever. i don't care. i just want to be drunk wrapped in an american flag.
Oh you know, watching its always sunny and petting his cat and NOT fucking. I'm starting my whorefree 2012 resolution early.
so the photographer said "let's get a picture of the cousins" so we posed together, and then he said " lets get a picture of the couples" So we posed together.
ok is that genuinely the first four bars of mozart's symphony #40 sharpied onto my arm or
I'd say tonight was pretty successful. I rode an iron horse naked and sweet talked myself out of an MIC while wearing a bra filled with four loko.
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
Sorry about kicking you last night but you don’t mess with a girls margarita bucket. Ever
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