Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
like what am i supposed to say "im thinking of how bad that sex was"?
Bookstore boy and I went out, he came back here and I tried to fool around and he respects me too much blah blah I'm a predator.
Annd you probably wouldn't of fallen down the stairs if you didn't insist on taking 'finale shots'
Everyone is sleeping and i'm sittin here in my iron man mask, watchin chelsea lately and tryin to figure out how to smoke through it.
Honestly... isn't she a psych major? how does she go through life NOT realizing that everything she does is a cry for help?
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
Alls I remember is making out with that chick.
Nope that was a dude
I want to name my colorful bowl Batman. Why? I still have yet to figure it out. But I'm calling it Batman.
I walked home with him, but I had to pee...so I did...as we walked. He was so drunk he didn't even notice. Good thing I was in a dress.
No no no he wouldn't talk to me before I showed his best friend how good I am at twerking
Update - might be back in your neighbor's good graces. She liked the framed photo I gave her of me on the tractor with my business out.
I woke up just like any other Wednesday. Naked on the floor, hungover and covered head to toe in lube
How ya feelin' champ?
Like a million bucks that was soaked in alcohol.
I told my parents how nice the girl at the frogurt store was. I neglected to mention that I nearly lost my virginity to her via foursome.
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