so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
Pretty sure I only gave out my other # though. You know, 777 777-7777
Hahaha. So was it a Freudian slip, or wishful thinking? ;)
Could be either seeing as you're in my phone as "3rd bar" and I couldn't pick you outta a line up.
I can actually hear my brain cells scream as they die when she speaks.
I'm not going to fuck him in his Honda Fit. That's gay.
He gets creativity points for the hot sauce. But it may be awhile until my nipples forgive him
I would say I am sorry for punching you last night, but I found the pictures you took on my camera and it all came rushing back.
Quick question, when did I develop feelings, and how can I make them go away?
That's two questions.
You're on Grindr at the STD clinic. I love you.
When that bartender tried to tell us he sang like Sade, I knew it was time to go
Mom, I'm really sorry you saw my naked ex-boyfriend in the living room this morning. I can explain....but I'd rather just stick with this apology and be done with it
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
My vagina: 1 Male stubborness: 0
If catching your vomit in my hands while swimming in a bath tub full of it doesn't make us best friends, I don't know what will
Just make sure you put pants on
....then im not going
I got the shit slapped outta me last night but the pain in my jaw doesn’t even compare to the hangover I have.
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