Can't remember why I called but it definitely had something to do with Lou Bega
we were pretty classy up until the second keg
so my doctor just swabbed my throat, and he looked up in suprise when i had no gag reflex. yea, he just judged me.
I'm actually agreeing with glenn beck. What the FUCK was in that margarita?!
Ah shit... I sleep-ate chocolate pudding again.
It looks like the misc $300 credit card fraud might have been our taxi cab driver who wouldn't take boobs as payment. No wonder...
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
My dad is so drunk he attempted to ride my two year old cousin's tricycle. For a solid five minutes.
I'll never get why we had to sing the entire full house theme to the cab driver.... never drinking rum again.
You introduced yourself and she said "wow that's a long name" and you went "yeah well you should see my dick."
I'm actually more excited that I had so much sex this weekend that my ovaries hurt
I have got to move on from this "sleeping with every drug dealer I meet" phase.
I'm just hitting the tip of the iceberg on accents for this trip...so basically my panties are done for.
I danced my ass off after the funeral last night. Kept dropping it low and I can feel it in my legs today. Im like shit I needa go work out
What a way to honor the dead
By the end of our first date my penis was pierced.
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