i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
I wish my cat could text because i would tell him that everything will be ok. and i wish he could send them back..but him have no thumbs. him no know what he would text with.
Also managed to rip my pants and set myself on fire. And oddly enough I'm still not ready to ask for 2010 back.
He did not want a thank you for helping me move in bj. I don't know how to thank him now.
she had that "i just got used" look on her face when i kicked her out at 5am
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
the game I always play with drunk me is can-you-button-and-unbutton things? If the answer is no, go home. Usually it's his pants
I'm taking stock of m life as of right now and my Friday night plans are to drink a 30 rack by myself so I can have a tv stand when it is finished
people in the room actually applauded when we discovered you had the ability to somehow throw up on your own back
All I want is a camelback full of Jameson and the weather to be cool enough for me to wear rainbow spandex. Ugh. Pride problems.
Did I run away from you last night?
Yeah it was a great moment for our friendship
I had to rename my dildo. I met a little kid who named his teddy bear the same name. It just felt wrong.
I like to send nudes ok? If that's my biggest flaw I think I'm ok
Remember when we got high off our ass and you talked me into running in place then punched me in the face and said it was a wall?
Ya, you were bleeding for an hour and a half
In honor of Randy Savage we're wearing spandex and handing out slim jim's with option to suplex. Get behind it
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