why didn't you say something constructive like "stop chugging that vodka"?
This is worse than the time I broke into Subway to steal bread.
So apparently I shook her hand very polite, said weiner and walked away
she was like the girl next door.. if you lived next door to a whorehouse
If I squint, he looks like Jude Law. But that's kind of a weird face to make during sex.
You broke into someone's house and stole a pan of lasagna.
We found her. She's owling on the sink in the bathroom.
The weekend is off to a good start: she just got into a verbal fight with a hobo. Nearly a fist fight.
My mother is a bitch. She just outed me to my dad. He wants to meet you by the way...
At least you didn't sleep with Ashley's uncle.
Tis the season to play Pocahontas! (AKA: Eat a bunch of acid and run around the yard barefoot, the first person to see the colors of the wind, wins!)
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Step one: We finally agreed on an au pair that we both wanna fuck.
Coffee and girl scout cookies. Breakfast of champions.
Get fucked.
I'm listening to a women in metal station and wearing a flannel. I may have approached peak lesbian.
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