To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
help me. he won't leave me alone. he just licked my ear and he's so drunk. get him off me. we're in the closet. help.
I got my nipple pierced! I love it so much!
Well, there goes breastfeeding.
now I regret adding my aunt on facebook. she remnded me today on my wall about the importance of checking my stools for blood since I have diaherria.
K. On the way. I need a drink.
Like a drink drink or like water?
Have we met?
You seriously looked at the house acorss the street and implied that you thought they had nice Easters.
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
you fucked my boyfriend. margarita girls night will not fix this.
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
Want to go home, so casually slip my underwear in his pocket. Never seen him grin so big and say goodbye to his friends.
He rubbed aloe on my sunburn while I blew him... could he be anymore perfect?
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
Just letting you know that I just spent 11 dollars on a car wash... Because you had sex in my car.
By the time we got to McDonald's you were sharing a Big Mac with a stripper.
Lesson Learned: It's not a party until someone pisses their pants.
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