before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
So we tried to 69 with him on top. NEVER TRY IT. His balls were in my eyes and it was terrifying.
ah. the first shower back home is like a baptism from the sins of the past year
Ok lesson learned. Don't lick the spoon when making mushroom chocolates. The kitchen walls are melting.
let's just say I never want to get pulled over and have to explain to the cop why I'm wearing a false beard again.
he is like the poster child for std's. god i hope he meets a girl with teeth in her vag. that would serve him right
We are, if nothing else, classy enough to leave our 10 mini bottles of wine in a polite line on the floor of the movie theater.
I think that the jello shots in bowls is where it all went wrong.
He must have sensed I was about to trade him in...he's really stepped up his sex game
The only pictures I have are of me being stoned or me looking like a man, which do you prefer?
Some kid just stopped wherever he was walking, turned to me, and gave me a slow clap. So I'm pretty sure my walk of shame beats yours.
I woke up sandwiched between them, all of us naked, and they were just sharing a cigarette, a donut, and the paper like it was just some normal post-threesome Sunday brunch.
you did that thing you do when youre drunk where you rant about bruce springsteen, start hooking up with someone and then pass out midway through
I knew he was a classy dude because when I told him my name was Jen he said "Gin? Like Gin & Juice?"
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