If you get a breast reduction, you have to let me see them before hand at least once. It's a rule.
There is a limo involved. Man up, and make yourself puke. Its only one more night of blacking out.
I was about to smoke a bunch of weed and lay naked while I cried all day
Until this weekend, a man hadn't made me orgasm since the night Obama was elected. Now THAT is change I can believe in.
Remember the thing I sent you? "Often complex problems are best solved by thinking like an animal." Hump away!
Ugh, once again I had to block the view of him peeing off the hotel bar balcony, I earned those free drinks!
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
I am so not sober enough to have a 5 minute conversation in Spanish
ok but bondage is pretty much my easy mode
TELL HER ABOUT THE GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING POTATOES
We watched ESPN, hooked up, got waffles. You know, a typical weekend.
I got a discount on the lube for giving the cashier focaccia bread from work.
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
There's a little game I've come up with since the mess of a party I had; it's called "tinsel or condom wrapper? (or: what's that on the floor?)"
I think I'm more excited for Santa to come now that I made a drinking game out of it
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