I puked a lego.
We had two amazing nights in a row...it was so weird...I couldn't even go to sleep cause I thought maybe it was just in his plot to kill me.
i dont know you, but i just did a line with your business card.
he was actually really polite. he asked before he came on my chest because he "wasn't sure my stance on it".
i realized i had a pad on before i went to this guys house so i stuck it in his neighbors shrub.
why weren't you at the audition last night?
booty call before role call
Apparently I mistakenly called the hair club for men at 3am... they called me back this morning.
She has puke on the back of her shirt not quite sure how the hell she did that
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
We've reached the point in our fuck buddy relationship where we are playing words with friends. This is too intimate.
Also, am I the only one who noticed he didn't fuck you until after you were technically a cripple? Or am I reading into this too much? Congrats on that btw
I get a little bitchy. We all know that
I planned out my poor life choices for the weekend.
Note to Self: Never again eat a weed brownie by yourself two hours before a tornado warning in your exact location.
All I recall is being at the strip club doing dark rum shots and then puking a question mark on the wall above the garbage can in the men's room and having diarrhea in the sink. 6th drunkest I've ever been without blacking out.
Randomize
