my hangover today makes thursday's feel like a bubble bath.
Took his v-card last night. Yet another experience I didn't expect to have in my thirties.
I puked for half an hour, but I went and danced afterwards, and that made me feel better.
You are so irish.
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
all I remember is repeatedly winking at the fire marshall while he was counting the people in the bar
hes the hot one from work who thought i was dead after my party
I'll come out for a little. I can't be visibly hungover at work again or I get written up and fired. And yes, I am aware of how alcoholic that sounds.
Hate to say it and even though I definitely have a biased opinion but I'm surprised your not, sleeping with anyone else. Good personality, charisma and amazing in the sack.
Feel free to use me as a reference.
I've come to the conclusion all of your awkward and complicated male encounters could easily be intercepted by a man town Yankee candle and a vibrator. Sleep on that tell me your thoughts in the morning. Sweet dreams.
He took a picture of me to show his boss why he was late...Is that a compliment or not?
The only times we have to apologize in this friendship is when you intentionally punch me and that's only happened once so it's okay
I think I'm just gonna exercise my lungs and fingers. With bong hits and crochet. BECAUSE I AM A REAPONSIBLE ADULT DAMMIT!!
Just beer bonged through a snorkel, add that to the list
I'm a shining star this evening. Dancing with a cane in rite aid now. I should be kept under survaillance.
Hmm should I take my nipple rings out before my sisters wedding/family vacation in Puerto Rico where I will be with my mother 24hrs a day for four days wearing a bathing suit seemingly the entire time? Or should I just risk it and not hug anyone.
Risk it. Keep the titties tough.
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