I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
The highlight of my night was definitely explaining the bandaid on my nipple.
I'll keep you from getting pregnant and you keep my papers gramaticallly correct
Sorry about sucking tonight. Drunk truck fucking is apparently not my strong point.
I made a side by side comparison of her Facebook pic and the chick on the anti meth billboards. Plus a ven diagram showing mostly shared physical attributes. I sent u the PowerPoint. You were sufficiently warned.
No it was good. I serenaded the holding cell occupants with a fabulous rendition of Making Love out of Nothing at all. It was fucking amazing!
All I remember is laying in that secret hideaway closet, naked, with a beer cowboy hat on and you walking in and sitting down crying because no one would have sex with you
I just pulled a seven inch black hair out of my ass. Pretty sure that means we're dating now
Fuck you know you drunk when you start signing the Masson impossjvke song to entourage yourself to pee
I would date him. For 1 month. Just so I could say I was a trap queen for 1 month.
So I've reached a new low. After completing my walk of shame and being told "see you around", I took off my heels to discover he had came in my shoe.
I probably would do him if given the chance but how awkward would Bible study be after that.
She wanted to get out of there before you guys woke up so she wouldn't let me find my underwear. Lol So I apologize to whoever finds that in your room.
Who the abstract fuck do you think you are!?
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