I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
we were like drunken butterflies among sober caterpillars,
No we didn't have sex. I got my period on his finger.
or how I got to mom's but there is vomit on my shoes. I never thought i'd be recapping with her.
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
What's the policy for hitting on a girl at a funeral? She seems more bored than sad.
I'm taking a new approach to homewrecking... for science. Or I totally would. I have to see what happens between my ex & his brother when he finds out.
and somewhere between crying in her arms and throwing up in her front yard, we became friends.
We ate our feelings. Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered.
Braid them armpits, sister.
I decided not to eat, and then this man was my fairy " don't black out" godmother
yeah she's crazy. she fought a possum in my alley because it was "being a cagey little cunt"
falling asleep on a hardwood floor changes a person
Would it be inappropriate to meet you at the airport after your family vacation so I can tell you all about the amazing sex I have been having?
Let's just grow old together and be the crazy ladies that sit on the park bench, drinking booze from flasks and loudly talk about people who walk by.
Mom says you're allowed to come home if you replace the towels. I don't want to know why.
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