and honestly a story about how you met your future husband that DOESN'T include the words "creeped him on facebook" is really not a story worth sharing
I imagine the nuva ring like a bug zapper. It just kills them all.
So puking trix and chicken wings is horrible but atleast we got free drinks for taking the trash out at the bar we are really movin up in the world
I NEED TO GET TO THE PLAYGROUND. I JUST NEED TO SWING. IF I SWING MAYBE THE SMELL WILL COME OFF OF ME. I NEED TO SWING
I'm gonna let my dick speak for itself from now on. Seriously, it's always recruiting for me even after 6 hours of drinking.
My walk of shame this morning would have been much less obvious if it hadn't been 6:30 in the morning and I wasn't walking through downtown Nashville in a Steeler jersey.
I got you a "sorry you think I'm pregnant" present
The bartender had to walk me home last night. New high or new low?
Thanksgiving day drinking ended up with me in a shopping cart screaming where are the bitches and condoms. I'd say it went well.
It's entirely possible that I'm fucking yet another gay guy
Happy "I'm glad our dad made us sisters and then summarily downgraded himself to sperm donor" day.
I wanna hang out. The cats don't talk back.
there's a 50/50 chance the night will end in alcohol-induced rituals of satanic nature
I was really surprised he asked for my number the next morning..... and my name.
It's slightly odd going to a booty call during morning rush hour with everyone else going to work.
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