Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
i blame lastnights decisions on friday the 13th
2pm: Breaking news alert: I think I'm finally sober. Oh, and that place needs hotter strippers.
Go ahead. I tried to back up ur budhism story but she mite be catching on
Dammit. I hoped that would work. Just tell her I'm doing my pilgrmidge to Nepal or something.
I think the camel was justified in biting me.
Need. Hospital. Physically am floating.
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
As your attorney I advise you to rage rapidly
I think it was a low point but honestly at this point I've had so many that my life is like a valley
I spilled a whole plate of queso and salsa on my bed so I'm just eating it off my sheets with chips. How's your night going?
I just texted my mom from a strip club.
He just kept repeating "It was like meep meep meep on my balls."
I brought coffee but not enough for the naked guy on your porch
I miss painting strippers for Christmas. Holidays not the same without glitter and body paint
I'll be your substitute stripper tonight.
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