Hi Jason, it's Liz. We dont need you to pick us up anymore. I dont care if you will be here in a milisecond. And you should know im wearing really amazing shoes.
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
He keeps saying he loves me and ruining perfectly good conversations.
good news. it is gonna rain tomorrow so now I don't have to pay to clean the puke off the side of your car.
we're doing beer bongs from the windmill...epic
We left the window open. My vibrators funeral is at 2ish.....bring a side dish or some shit.
It was good I woke up with my mattress on top of me. I walked around naked the whole night as people wished my Happy Birthday.
We are lost and the only things we have are peanut brittle, cookies and vodka. I think we'll make it.
Sometimes familiar penis is best. Its like comfort food for your vagina.
but it was less of a make out and more of a goodnight kiss as a "thanks for giving our drunk asses a ride home and sorry we called your bar the worst bar in LA"
I've slept in a different bed every day this week. Operation Ho Ho Ho is a success!
Aaaaand now he just flexed his muscles at me and said "I'm a fucking eagle!"
Omg have I shown you my skeezy ex fiancée?
The other one.
i spent most of my hangover doing the math to figure out the last of the alcohol would be metabolized from my system.
thank you pre-med degree.
There is sex in the air. Be careful where you walk.
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