I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
i woke up with "only hugh can prevent florist friars" written up my arm ... i need to know what we did last night
i was surprised by the severity of his small dick condition
Do you think royal wedding drunk calls for wine or tequila?
id say I'm a pretty good fuck buddy, i didn't even booty call him on his girlfriends birthday
I sobered up and saw I was with the fat one and you had left laughing with the hot one. You're a terrible wingman, but an excellent manipulator
I still have beer shits from last weekend. Dying from dysentary is a real threat at this point.
She licked my face when I was on the phone with a customer and I just laughed. Im not sure if thats good or bad
I'm surprised I didn't lose anything last night. Except maybe my dignity but other than that we gucci.
I thought adderall would sober me up, but it did NOT.
I don't know, but I assume drunk me had her reasons. I trust her judgement.
You knew you'd end up at his house the minute you emptied the bowl of condoms into your purse.
I may or may not have definitely said the words "how do I put this beer in my purse without looking like an alcoholic" last night.
I've decided to take one for the team and bang the landlady for lower rent.
A dick pic is not a proper way to say I'm sorry
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