Waaait I'm alsleep in myt car somewhere
then they high fived as they party boyed me. I was a policewoman sandwhich. I love you halloween.
so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.
This whole foot fetish thing is getting out of control. He would rather hold my feet than me after we fuck.
I just saw him carrying his little sister while walking his puppy. And he was shirtless. I swear my ovaries just exploded
It'll be a romanticized airport meeting until I'm judged for sitting on his face in the terminal
And I'm sorry for punching you in the face when I drunkenly threw my sandwich
She helped me out of the car and i face planted into the snow.....and just stayed there and took like a 30 min nap.
I can't tell if this is a hangover or just a perfect combination of shame and regret
Did I, at any point last night, say I was dying?
With great boredom comes great irresponsibility.
Please tell me you're not on their roof again..
if i hadn't ended our catfight by hugging you one of us might be dead right now
Let go out that Thursday night!
Yess sounds good, I have to go turn myself in the next day because what happened last Friday.
If he ever pulls my hair again, I'm going to conveniently have lock jaw. Then he can decide whether pain during sex is still fucking appealing.
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