Right on... I dropped my chapstick
I blacked out
google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
Hes still not moving. At what point does 'hungover' become 'hospital-time?'
I promise you I could read that dogs mind, he was arguing with the other dog saying he knows how fucked up I am
I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
and being hungover still at 4 in the afternoon is NOT "having allergies"
You gave me balls I gave you half a boob. Fair trade
We'll find out our level of friendship after tonight. You'll be helping me move a body. My body.
I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to be half naked and covered in glitter without facing judgement or legal prosecution. I'll be there.
I feel like you're gonna be reading this at 6 AM in a ditch or under a bridge, but please remember...I offered to drive you home. And you said no.
The sad thing is that it's 6:45 and you're not far off.
If there was a card that said "I'm sorry for throwing up on your bathroom counter" I would send it to you.
You know it's bad when I'm eating a cold chicken breast alone in bed 😕
Im wearing black today mourning the orgasm i couldn't get this morning :(
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
he's figured out my code; what are you doing = I haven't found a better dick yet
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