this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
I just did the scooter of shame. New levels of embarrassment have now opened.
There's a show on bravo about fat people dancing. FAT PEOPLE. DANCING.
This is god's gift to the unemployed.
I didn't know people actually cried after sex.
So can you tell me who's underwear is on the cat?
You do realize that we got a stripper to do the YMCA for us on the main stage... Right?
I'm in charge of his party but you're a paramedic, we're both needed.
Not sorry that my walk of shame this morning was barefoot on my scooter.
Walked up in time to hear him say "you saw I was in a relationship on facebook? So why are you holding my nuts?" To her. That's loyalty man
Like actually I will be single and sad and lonely for ever. Cheese will be my life partner. Robot sex is my future.
Ick. That's not even the fun kind of punishment.
unless you want this visit to have a different tone... more romantic, less molly in a hotel room
Update: I just threw up in between cars in the parking lot of magic kingdom.
Now that I'm sober I feel the need to tell you that I'm not really a fish whisperer....
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