we're blogging at a bar
Joe is yelling at the trees again.
let's have our labels/stereotypes/careers for each kid by next week.
oh how i love working at summer camp.
He was like an evil genius with the clitoris. I don't stand a chance.
What. The. Fuck. No, you will not spank me.
That wasn't intended for you, my bad.
When they saw it was the 7th inning of the baseball game one took off running for the beer stand while his friend is yelling "BUY THE KEG"!
He offered me a ride home but i walked. He lives by an elementary school so a 10 yr old safety officer helped me across the street during my walk of shame
I can't in good conscience help you bag a Catholic girl who isn't at least a 7.
Screw them and thier engaged asses. I've got liquor to drink and boys I don't know to make out with.
If you wanna be a real wingman, create some insecurity and comment on that pic of all the hot girls with "Id do every girl in this pic.. except the fat one".
He cried & told me I reminded him off his mother. I don't want to talk about it. I want to drink about it.
My throw up tasted like pumpkin, fall is right around the corner.
I just found one of your beard hairs in my oatmeal.
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
I took a vibrator for a weekend with my parents instead of a boyfriend. I obviously have my life together.
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