hell yes lets make some ravioli
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
accomplished twins. life is a go
Ask him about the girl he took home Saturday night. I swear she voted for Kennedy.
I'm pregaming before our pregaming dinner...with peanut butter and beer. I think I need to re-evaluate my budget...
Just the budget?
He just asked if I would make his black snake moan. Dating basketball players is not worth the glory
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
Apparently I took one a huge picture off the wall at the bar and was walking around dancing with it..
It's just one of those nights that , as long as you have the drugs, everything is going to be alright.
So last night I learned something new. Whenever I drink beer out of a bottle a random guy buys me another one. It was like as soon as the glass hit my lips every guy in a 20ft radius got a hard on.
Peeling duct tape off of my dick is definitely one of the stranger sensations that I've experienced.
Boys should be on-demand - like, once you select one, he's yours for the next 24-hours
She definitely peed in a bucket in their closet last night. We should warn them about that, right?
Side note: I just realized that I can make my hand warmers double as a heated push up bra.
I think he's like Cher he's going to live forever but not as scary looking
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