literally had 100 drinks last night.
I have no memory of puking on someone. Was he cute?
i asked him how he could stand the smell of skunk. his answer was "it smells like good weed"...
I love having hate sex.
she said she didn't want to sleep with me again because I wasnt a generous lover. I ignored her slight moustache, didnt i? i think thats pretty damn generous
I went out in the middle of the night to smoke my weed.. Didn't realize my dad was sitting on the patio doing the exact same thing..
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
I'll report later on the progress of the mountain orgy
please don't fuck her on my bed i'm too poor for laundry quarters
I was seriously concerned she had died since she wasn't moving at all, but then I asked here where she was last night and her response was to hip thrust the air.
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
Plus I'm on the toilet and I can only describe it as if someone had kicked the cap off of a fire hydrant.
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
Sometimes i like to think we arent living together next year and that im living with models that like to experiment but you ruin that fantasy time and time again
I found you walking along the street hammered. You walked up said hi and handed me a beer.
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