All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
i told him to take shots to cure a hangover and he told me i was "walking the steppingstones to alcoholism"
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
I don't talk to her anymore. I lit her birthday presents on fire. Who the fuck puts candles that close to tissue paper?
First I must say that I am disappointed to learn that you knowingly have trashy friends with whom you've not hooked me up.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
Listen, don't freak out when you walk out on me masturbating in front of my roommate. No homo. He just needs to be put to his place.
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
It would just be icing on the fucked up cake we're baking, if he got me pregnant.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
Just saw a man in a motorized chair roll by drinking a beer. It's 9:45 AM. I love Louisiana.
I could definitely fill a shot glass w my cum
please don't
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
Yeah. Of all the things to be cock blocked by a plague is the most unexpected.
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