let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
Pretty sure I only gave out my other # though. You know, 777 777-7777
Hahaha. So was it a Freudian slip, or wishful thinking? ;)
Could be either seeing as you're in my phone as "3rd bar" and I couldn't pick you outta a line up.
I don't give a shit about soccer but I'm really excited about drinking at 7 in the morning
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
6 other girls and I took an ice cream truck to the bar when we couldn't get a cab. Best birthday ever.
Apparently I'm at the point in my life where I can wake up with a dick in my face and then go back to sleep
His IQ level must rival that of a comatosed aardvark.
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
That doesn't mean I'm a slut. Unless McFlurries are involved.
I will rub McFlurries all over you.
Just spent the equivalent of my life savings in the liquor store. This is going to be a good weekend
I don't know if I want to live in a world where i can't fuck an exes brother.
I would not be watching the debate if there wasn't drinking involved. Let's be honest.
I made a side by side comparison of her Facebook pic and the chick on the anti meth billboards. Plus a ven diagram showing mostly shared physical attributes. I sent u the PowerPoint. You were sufficiently warned.
I told him I just left the convent and really wanted a man. He fell for it. Sure beats telling him I'm a nympho stalker that followed him to the bar when I saw his beard.
They offered me pot brownies in 7 minutes flat. Imagine my horror when I had to be like, are those gluten free?
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