We should write a comic book about the many adventures of your vagina. Maybe even give it a cape or something.
When I told my mom I was having a rough time, she responded with "pop a xanax, take a nap, and when you wake up all will be right with the world." My mom is finally starting to shape up.
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
omg. i wish i could describe to you the number of things that were just in my vagina. i feel like i got gangbanged by construction workers.
My asshole is basically a geyser at this point. Minus the excitement. Plus blood.
If I believed in "responsibility" and "having limits", I would probably say I consumed too much alcohol in the last 48 hours
I still smell like men's body wash from that drunken shower I took at that stranger's home last night.
I feel like I got hit by a truck. Or a baby dinosaur. One of them ran over my body and then stuck me in a blender of fire and storm clouds
We told you to go get more fire wood and you came running back with a log that was on fire, not drunk at all.
We're like a dynamic duo.
Bisexual and Proud, Lesbian and Loud.
I just paid for weed by taking him to the store to buy cheese so he could make empanadas. Best. Drug deal. Ever.
Did we do anything stupid last night besides hook up with our ex girlfriends?
Not a or good or bad impression, just that you were all basically naked playing beer bong in sombreros and ties. Casual.
So now I'm just going to brush my teeth, get high, and go to sleep. Like an adult
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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