I don't know how to say this, but I think you're a fucking bitch and the sooner you die I'll be happier.
Sorry- wrong number! :)
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
i dont know what it was but it was definately NOT a vagina
I wonder what a non-hungover friday at work is like
Ever have those mornings where you just can't wait to puke in the shower?
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
idk. I was on the deck with Dominic and i felt something weird on my arm. I looked down and you were licking my elbow.
Chicken wings don't come back up an through your nose as easily as you'd think
It was like an ecstasy filled massage for my vagina.
That's the best compliment I have ever received.
i knew as soon as i met you that i was gonna be the designated driver
Aw don't be embarrassed. It was all good fun! We've all been there. You can't come to vegas and NOT get a little alcohol poisoning. That's like going to church and not praying.
Probably should start having regular sex again too to lose this breakup weight. Good cardio.
there's crying, and people are upset, and there's a love triangle, and a broken heart, and so much estrogen
Bootycalls can't go limp that's like against the law
Even if they did assume we were doing kinky shit, it's not like they're gonna be like, "HALT SATAN! INTAKE SOME JESUS AND VOMIT YOUR SINS!"
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