Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
its like the voldemort of pregnancies, we don't talk about it
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
every single kid we've ever known, every single person we've gotten blow jobs from, every single person we've hit home runs with... is at dennys right now
8$ liquor pitchers. I'm gonna wear two or three pairs of underwear so when drunk me takes them off there'll still be a pair on.
The fact that he grabbed my boob in the middle of the conversation shows something needs to change
What kind of a birthday party isn't a get drunk and ruin everything party
We haven't even scratched the surface on the damage we could do. Just saying
I think you were giving a sex seminar on your kitchen table last night.
Don't go to jail over some guy named Bunky
It does not feel like it was just this morning that I had a penis in multiple cavities of my body
Oh, the accent alone guaranteed a bj. It was when he started drunkenly singing in PERFECT PITCH that I knew I was fucking him.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
Try sleeping with him.
Why is it that all my gay friends have that solution...
Cuz you will have an answer or have sex.
From now on I'd like to be known as Rampage.
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