similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
It took you an unbelievable amount of time to realize that your ass was on fire.
for real. he might as well bring dogs if they're lower than a 7.
yes he's amazing in bed. he made me like, black out. everything went black it was weird. so yes, i'd fuck him again. plus, he has every season of buffy on dvd
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
seriously who else gets carried home puking from a fucking mary kay party?
you just kept saying 'take out my tanks' and tell the cab driver to go slower, i have no idea what you were talking about but i'm glad you had fun.
There's banana everywhere and your hamster may or may not have stayed the night in the microwave...
on the list of things i learned today that are not stripper poles: ex-boyfriends, table legs, and police officers.
he tried to do a one handed cartwheel to showoff but knocked himself out cold. fuckin jagerbombs will kill that man.
Shit dude that sort of wholesale destruction can't just be done at the drop of a hat
I'm tellin ya, let the nipple get some air, they'll hire u on the spot, lawyers love a little nip
First time for everything: started posting a Facebook comment, decided I'm not quite sober enough. Progress.
I feel like there should be a 'roommate information section' of the paperwork when there's a chance you'll be given pain killers.
Do you want to talk about dinosaurs?
Randomize
