Uhhh...do I owe you any money? Or an apology? Or anything?
i love how i spend my mornings exploring my phone to see what i did last night.
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
i gave him the "yep, i was your girfriend's collegiate lesbian sex story" head nod
lets grab drinks (in a friendly, not super awkward because ive eaten your ass kind of way) sometime soon
wow.
It wasn't until that morning that I realized I wasn't actually dreaming, finding myself in the bathtub with someone laying on me
I just puked my brains out on the side of the road (see picture) And I took a picture for our scrapbook! I am always thinking! =) tell me your proud?!
I'm gonna take off my shirt and spin it around my head like petey Pablo so u can find us
Well, I made it thru a doorway, so I think things are going good.
The real estate's complaint had the words "loud squealing at 2am" in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night.
He tried to introduce me to one of his friends that kept looking at me and I said "OH NO! I can't do this shit anymore!!" It was like I had a vision of what drunk me would've done in about 20 minutes.
Yeah but you let me touch your butt. You're clearly the winner.
When I came out of the bathroom you were naked dead asleep on the couch but your dick was still rock hard standing straight up. I almost took a pic. It was impressive.
The magnum condom fits. I feel like a manly version of cinderella
We turned his nipples into a drinking game.
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