it wasn't lemon gatorade
ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
5 Four Lokos being cheaper than a case should be illegal.
im afraid if i stop breathing i will turn into a porcupine
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
May or may not be going home with my jamitor. i'm kiddong, btw, i have no idea. i'll let you know soooon.
In fairness it was pretty good sex, but I still wasn't expecting the mass cheering and applause he got on leaving my tent
Watching him and my sister argue over a rum and coke about who's going to chop the coffee table in half with a hatchet...
DOMA is dead. I'm definitely going to be the last of our friends to get married now.
lets do drugs on my lunch break tomorrow
I'm definitely not going to be able to fuck him high. I won't be able to not laugh at his man boobs
If you come home to me in lingerie and you start vacuuming...I need to reevaluate my priorities
Don't worry about me. I am infinite.
I may or may not have puked near a bear on the side of the road this morning.
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