things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
Her little brother was home, so we had to hook up while playing hide and seek with him
I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
he just made me do "this little piggy" to his toes.
We just threw our carpet out of our room. Via fourth floor window style.
If is anything like my past relationships, I have no doubt that I will single-handedly reignite the Cold War
If I can't get slightly excited by the thought of his face between my legs then I know I can never sleep with him.
It really does creep me out though that the next ten years will involve my friends creating smaller versions of themselves because to be honest I don't know how much I like some of them. So that thought it really scary
I hopped in a random dudes car outside the strip club at 3pm on a Sunday and said "Follow that car!"
Be my booze princess bebe. I'll rescue you from the lame tidings you are confined to up in the sober castle.
She called and said her prescription was refilled. I guess we are dating again.
Inebriation Olympics: Team Drunk vs Team Stoned. This weekend. It's on.
Right when he asked me if I was on birth control my dad walked in. This is my fate.
I'm disappointed in the internet. It's two days and there's still no fanfiction based off that Manning/Beckham commercial.
You don't even like football
Don’t listen to me, I’m walking around wearing nothing but rave bracelets and headphones shouting “yeeeeaaahhhhhh”
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