Last nIght I drank wIth the new guy from fellowshIp & my pastor I've known sInce I was 7. It was agreed by them that I had nIce tIts. I'm not weIrded out In fact I'm flattered...
i am officially better prepared for a hangover tomorrow than i was for christmas.
Now accepting hypotheses about how i managed to get a bruise between my boobs....
ok... i just had to be reminded that people in animal costumes were feeding me shots at the bar.
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
The last thing I remember is teaching our waffle house waitress to do the stanky leg and promising the grill cook we would come see him at his other job.
Seriously what kind of college town is this? Nobody parties during the week or abuses perscription drugs
Will you be my therapist? I don't want to tell me secrets to a strange person and be judged all over again when you have already taken the time to do it. Oh and I will pay you with alcohol
I have vodka and explosives. For once, we can blow something up that isn't a blow-up doll.
I took out the emergency phone in the elevator and replaced it with a bottle of vodka. The game is simple, do a shot for the number of the floor you're going to. Best suggestion box tip ever.
he was definitely tindering while i gave him head
Come share oat with me in your robe
i was so unappreciative the bar was giving out sweatbands UNTIL I casually used it during sex.
He started planning our future mid-hookup. You tell me how my night was.
All I have in my purse is 10 cents and a plastic ducky.\nI can't explain last night.
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