On the bright side, at least we arent the generation raised by fucked up teen moms.
I have now slept with people from more countries than Ive actually visited. Can we make this a game somehow? Like foreign fuck buddy bingo?
He somehow managed to bang-mail me last night. I woke up this morning to a voicemail from 1:54 a.m. of moaning and screaming. I now know how talented he is and how annoying I am to have sex with.
after last night my drinking related hospital bracelet collection is up to 13
I swear my vagina formed calluses just to deal with how big he is
surprisingly organic peanut butter is not the best chaser
I just remember being happy that I got that toilet fixed so I had somewhere close to throw up
I can't wait til I'm a real grown up and am no longer expected to take 7 shots of raspberry ruby as a pregame to a night of drinking natty lite
can we just punch him in the dick and call it a victory for feminism
Vodka and Jamison is not a mixed drink
I kinda got drunk and threw my debit card into a bonfire so I don't have any money at the moment lol.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I cried while dry heaving in the back of the car to the New York song with jay z in it. I was singing it inbetween gags.
I'm good. But Nutella doesn't taste as good as it used to.
Totes just ripped ass and the bartender's eyes got wet
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