I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
please don't let me die tonight
what have you done for me lately?
First drunken handjob: not successful. Second handjob, mostly sober: much better. Nightly news brought to you by me.
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
for once, the $56 i am about to pay for plan b was actually worth the sex.
Convinced lucas all the eggs in the fridge are fertilized and now he's crying.
So, I'm a little drunk in Seattle with Glenna, but we've all agreed that it's patriotic to think about Bill Clinton from time to time during sex. 'Merica
Just looked for hours for the remote. Found it in my purse. I need to drink less.
I told him he could fuck me in his Notre Dame jersey if they won and he never texted back. What is this world coming to
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
Hey the moment you step into my house, find me IMMEDIATELY so we can pinky promise on not roping anyone at the party into yet another threesome
There better be alcohol at this child's birthday party. Seriously not trying to be entertained by a clown while I'm still sober.
I was totes going to lose it to him last night, but I cried and we ate mexican food instead.
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