i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
It only happened twice. Once we used extra virgin olive oil and once I used saliva and brute force.
Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
I just got a drinking merit badge from a slutty girl scout
if tampons were more like dildos the world would be a better place
He gets creativity points for the hot sauce. But it may be awhile until my nipples forgive him
She made me sing happy birthday to myself at the urinal.
He's had mdma poured down his throat. He's getting huggy.
So I know we're not talking about this anymore buuuuuut I left heel marks on the wall.
I woke up in my living room, on the floor, wearing nothing but a fur coat?
Spending the night with him made me realize that stupid people both irritate and fascinate me, so I'd say it equaled itself out.
You keep talking about hotdogs and yelling "COME ON DOWN, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU'RE WEARING"
In honor of Super Tuesday, we should have the sex tonight.
Let's ride this possibly pregnant train together
My makeup bag looks like it has lips and wants to sing to me... Too high?
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