He is fucking rediculously sexy. DO HIM NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW.
why are there post-it notes all around the apartment labeled where you guys had sex and in what position
this is the fifth day in a row i've woken up after 3 pm, hungover. I might die when snowmageddon is finally over and we have to go back to class. my liver wont know how to take it.
What I dont get, is for a man with a penis his size, to choose to go back with another girl instead of one that he says is the best sex he's ever had. He cant afford to be picky.
naw. unless you want me to sit in a corner, not understand english and eat all of your cheese then i don't think it's a good idea.
For some reason I have a hard time believing getting drunk and recreating a movie about singing transvestites is ever very far from a situation you're in.
Sometimes when I see a shoe on the side of the road, I get a little depressed that I've never partied that hard.
The bartender from Thursday remembered me... And gave me a FLAMING BUCKET of alcohol.
I just remembered that he had fake blood all over his face last night. I woke up with it all over my dick. He was 50. Please don't judge me.
On a lighter note, my mom and I were playing scattergories, and for "things that you keep hidden" we both put dildo. Proof that we really are related.
We broke up in downtown Nashville with drunken, blow up penis waving bachelorette parties walking by. For some reason I can see this ending up as a country music video.
I just did a drunk experiment to find out what it looks like when you turn a burner on the stove on while wearing night-vision goggles. I may be blind in my right eye now.
And then he said he would build me a mountain dew water fountain
Marry him now.
We started a fund for a baby in a wine glass, I think we're pretty responsible.
Sometimes I get confused on who I really actually know and who's lives I just know everything about via internet. Its a fine line
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