they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
How's work?
Spinning.
The last thing I remember is trying to split my bridesmaid dress down the back like the incredible hulk.
and you succeeded.
No it's ok. I made friends with the guy that always wears helmets to the bar. His name is helmet Harry
I found him with a guitar and his kitten in his room. He was singing a song he'd titled "you're a cat". Guess what most of the lyrics were...
His response today determines what state my vagina will be in this weekend.
I'm calling it the Friendlationship with Benefits Zone.
I'm not taking advise from someone who responded to the pickup line "I have a penis"
There is a glee sing along. It's on random and they know them all. Like, the specific glee timings and pauses. I need to leave. I need to escape
this is the first time i'm angry at someone with so much boobs. she like managed to break my glass and my phone with one glorious swing
when the repo soundtrack came on in the middle of us having sex i realized it was about time that i clear out my itunes library
maybe facebook could make a notification like "someone tagged a photo of that guy you used to bang and still think is really hot with his shirt off"
Well... This is my last night at the resort. So far, the only thing that has been in my vagina is sand.
I think I'm pregnant again.
or as we call it, thursday.
Idk if I deserve a medal or a one way ticket to hell
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