if there werent so many compromising pictures of me in the hands of so many liberal friends, id consider going into politics
so he came over for the first time and i completely forgot i had pictures of him printed out from facebook on my wall and a newspaper article with him in it.. you can guess that it lead for an awkward situation.
We've been friends for six months, when do my benefits kick in?
Swallowing. Like you said. Lions. Always.
Too drunk to talk to museum staff. So much for proper wednesdays
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
Btw I'm currently writing a paper in a beer garden. Be proud.
It's a toss up. They'll either laugh and watch you drunkenly fuck on the beach or they'll throw you deep in Mexican jail.
And I also succeeded in getting kicked out of a bar when I was drinking straight from the vodka bottle at our table.
last night we were hooking up when all the sudden he just murmured "mm blonde". i don't know what to think about this situation.
I walked into Anna's room this morning and she was like teary eyed, with pizza sauce all over the place
Now that it's fall I have to prepare for the imminent arrival of ripped up sweatpants shoved into folded over sequined uggs
He told me that his greatest skill was making White Russians.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
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