dinner at cheesecake factory: $40. drinks at yard house: $50. having sex in the VG parking lot while people are staring at you awkwardly: priceless. Goodnight.
like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
a man that wears gold spandex underwear and party boys other people is a man after my own heart.
And by the way, how is me getting head even remotely comparable to you fucking 3 guys?
Don't forget your talking to the guy who got arrested for throwing beads back at the Mardi Gras floats. You can't deny that's a first, and neither could that cop.
Okay, lets just agree to keep all cutlery related activities to a minimum.
in the event i get tipsy, my nipples are your responsibility
It's okay, I climbed on the roof of the bar to get my shoe back. This may become a Saturday tradition. I'll keep you updated
Don't lose. A little bit of my soul dies every time a beer pong game is lost.
He's got the most well kempt beard I've ever seen and I need it between my thighs is basically what I'm saying
On another note I never thought having a drug addicted stalker would prove useful
At the bar in my pajamas again
Ummm that is the 3rd time this week and it is Wednesday
I heard a crunch while giving him head. I looked up and he was eating Cheese Itz. So we made a deal that he'd take a hand job so I could eat them too.
No I'm not high but I did cry for over an hour tonight because I realized that they never made a sequel to "Under the Tuscan Sun" with Diane Lane.
he would NOT stop making out with my stomach! creeeeeepy
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