ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
Riding home in a carseat. Worst. Night. Ever.
The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
Tipsy and thinking of you. Talk tomorrow. My alliteration is awesome.
Vibrator and massage oils got stopped at security. Super.
You know, it's scary to think that someday I might buy a pregnancy test with pride, not at 2am...
Well I'm glad to hear the fight wasnt over his small dick.
whatever it's my dick and i'll put it wherever i want
got woken up at 7:30 by a drunk girl asking me where she was... apparently she slept on my futon
she was in a cheetah costume
I just headbutted my cat because he was trying to eat my bacon.
He took a shot, then proceeded to puke into the bucket he was iceing his broken foot in
I found an HIV test/information brochure on the kitchen table and what i can only assume to be an "I'm sorry you might have AIDS" gift bag, complete with a candle and popcorn, and I haven't seen you in 36 hours. You good?
I think you were giving a sex seminar on your kitchen table last night.
today i was walking through gramercy with a dress bag from David's Bridal and a bag of McDonald's. No guy would make eye contact with me as I scarfed down my fries. I think I was mankind's walking night terror.
God dammit. My lube leaked all over my passport
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