So I just did the walk of shame at dunkin... A lady told me me I was really dressed up and I told her I was going to a luncheon.
I think my favourite thing about cubicles is the fact that I can pick my nose at work
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
come over, blizzard of oz party. dress up.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
AND OMG I HOPE YOU ARE GREAT WITH CHILD. COOK THAT BUN!
HE'S EATING THE CONFETTI. STOP HIM NOW.
I threw away my jacket instead of washing it, the jungle juice stained me more of shame than red food coloring... i have never been that white girl wasted before...
The number of times I have seen your cock and the number of times I have wanted to see your cock are different!
The bar tenders gave me the number for a "taxi"... It's just a dude with a van. In retrospect, pretty sketchy. Robert was cool though.
I walked in, the bartender looked at me, grabbed 3 shot glasses and a pounder. Lined them up on the bar then made a line with salt on the other side of them and said I wasn't allowed to cross it.
I think Facebook knows you fucked me. All of a sudden I get everything you do in my news feed.
I was going to make you have an awkward boner around all your coworkers but then I fell asleep.
Forever getting my life back together in gas station bathrooms.
I don't think it's ever a good night if I'm this hung over and I didn't even get an orgasm out of the deal...
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