So I had sex with him again. He's still got it. Not chlamydia, he got rid of that.
I just filled out my 2010 Census drunkenly. I'm single handedly throwing it off.
Her boobs more than make up for all the flaws with her personality.
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
Sometime between a drunk guy asking me if I'm a Beach person or a lake person WHILE HIS HAND WAS IN HIS FUCKING PANTS or breaking up a lady fight over peewee football league I started to reevaluate my life and self
You asked me if you could throw up in my shoe.
You pretty much isn't said it
Those words don't go together.
Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me.
I spent most of the night trying to drink out of three bottles of beer at once. I don't have to be told the reasons I'm single
Going to jail was so much more fun than I thought it would be. I feel like I walked away with more than just a bomb-ass mugshot, I feel like I made some life long friends.
Celebratory bar crawl?
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I think the biggest problem with being overhigh is when the kitchen was on fire and I was pointing and laughing and eating rootbeer oreos like it was fucking Ozzfest 2000
I feel awful. The bartender added me on Facebook and there's chips all over the bathroom floor
I'm totally picking out my shrooming outfit and blankets right now
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