similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
he then started listing things that have been up his butt, never drinking in boys town again
My vagina makes bad decisions like its her job
One reason I don't come to Portland. I saw 8 guys I have had sex with last night. At the same party.
By 8 I mean 9.
And by 9 I mean 10.
i actually have a tan line from him holding my boob while we were sunbathing
So I feel bad, Ross is asking questions, I think they need to know it's a Spanish lesbian bar
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
July 5th AKA Day of regret AKA picnicing in a laundromat. Someone puked allover the comforter. Liffe of champions.
currently pooping in a public restroom while drinking free beer. there has never been a finer line between awesome and depressing.
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
I'm in the city buying alcohol. I just got warned by a homeless man on the street that I shouldn't look so pretty "in these parts"
How was the party last night?
There's a mountain bike in the middle of our apartment. No one will claim it.
Where the fuck are you? I just got punched in the nose by a tourist
So you completely disappeared from my memory last night at about my 15th Jager bomb. But only you. No one else.
Im not as flexible as I once was, but I still managed to get eaten out in the front seat of a hummer behind keddies.
Randomize
