Well, if your day started with strippers, then we're tied. Otheriwse, I'm winning.
He said he forgot to take his shoes off, and that he was a bad boy because he was walking on the carpet. Then he sang. Then he shouted "I'M STILL FORGETTING."
he picked an earring up off the bar floor and tried to give it to girls as a present.
I'm trying not to drink. I may fall down if I move. This is bad. I had everclear before the bar. Oh no. Oh no. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Europe's "the final countdown" was playing. It was pretty much amnesty for anything that might happen the rest of the night. It's a rule.
So... Apparently, "Home" isn't the correct response when a cop asks for your address...
At least I'm doing lines with a notecard. That counts for something right
I just used a beer funnel to put gas in my car
The whorange rubbed off. His white shirt was so gross at the end of the night I told him to frame it.
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
It's all part of my master plan: have him buy me all I can eat pizza and all I can drink beer AND THEN tell him there was no spark and we're better off as friends.
He is a sex God. It lasted more than an hour, and I don't remember how many times I came. I lost count at 57.
Thank you for coming with me today. I find it appropriate that we celebrated my negative pregnancy test with slurpees and donuts.
Woke up in a car, do you own a silver car parked a few miles form the house...hope so
I'm praying to the gods of sex we both get laid this weekend. Amen. Love you
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