11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
I have a voicemail from Mike at 1am. He starts to say something, but then throws up instead.
it feels like theres a golf ball between my legs. the sex was totally worth it tho.
dude totally just got the jungle juice out of my white top. i am really ready to be a trophy wife.
I just saw at least a dozen senior citizens on roller blades. way to drunk for this.
You do realize there's a subtle difference between not remembering your outfit from april 17th of last year vs forgetting that last night you undressed in the street and were grabbing every dick you could reach, right?
Thanksgiving. This year's theme: I am thankful that I still have a liver.
I have decided that today will be all about indulgence and hedonism.
Finally smoked with my brothers, I feel like I just won gold at the Best Older Brother Ever Olympics
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
Always keep a stash of tequila in your work desk. That is like adulting 101.
There's no triumph quite like finally banging your high school boyfriend 6 years later
How does one take the "you're the best sex I've ever had but I'm marrying someone that's sub-par in the sack" mind fuck?
I pity the fool.
Thanks Mr T.
U NO SLUT. YOUR HEART IS JUST FREE.
He was calculating the number of ceiling tiles when I was on top it was fucking rain man.
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