when we were having sex and i started crying and telling you i missed you..why couldnt you stop and tell me how you felt or make me feel better?you kept going...
Just mixed Baileys and yoohoo. I feel like an alchoholic 2nd grader.
he literaly had industrial grade plastic underneth his blankets
We had to put his head at the bottom of the driveway so the puke would run down. Now he's sleeping outside.
she puked as i came inside her. that has to mean something.
I lost a little respect for your boyfriend when I learned that he has a scar from a Cheerio.
she made sit in a corner, drink nothing but water and told me she was worried about me because i picked up an irish guy at a taxi rank. says the girl who invented tequila night and fucked a guy in a park across the street from a sweet sixteenth.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
Its the least I can do really, I mean, I did sleep with her husband...
We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sound logic. Thank you daylight savings.
Is it wrong i wouldn't sleep with him because his boxers said #1 dad all over them?
But no. So do not give him one damn penny. Unless they are in a sock and you are hitting him with it.
Then again I went over his house after not hanging out since kindergarten and tried to fuck him so maybe I'm partially to blame here
You told his date she had the tits to be a stripper and the personality to be the pole. Of course he's pissed off.
I went in the hotel's jacuzzi fully clothed, threw up in the bathroom half an hour later and woke up naked next to Dr. Seuss' "Oh the Places You'll Go"
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