things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
Apparently they shut down a cook out cause people were selling drugsout the drive thru. Nice to be home
I've drank myself into a smaller pants size. Who ever said alcoholism was unhealthy was mistaken.
You were eating microwaved pad thai out of a solo cup with a pair of scissors....
He was ugly. Like horse ugly. But he was built for power, not for speed.
Could be my worst decision since the whole 'third degree burn' fiasco.
WHAT KIND OF DUMPSTER DOESNT HAVE PIZZA IN IT?
the day has come. I have finally reached the point in my life where I just don't give a fuck about anything anymore. it's beautiful!
Something like that. Healthy diet of beer, ranch sunflower seeds and sex keeps me young.
When you are 21 it's acceptable to run out of the tavern and puke all over the bike rack... when you are 35 it's called alcoholism.
He has a British accent. He could read me the phone book and I would come so hard he would need a wizened old man in a rowboat to save him.
Bring me your tired, your weary, your buffalo chicken dip
He tripped and fell all the way to the ground and then stood right back with out spilling a drop of his 3/4 full glass of rum and coke. It was like watching something from the matrix
Went home last night with that hot British guy. Sounded like I was f-ing in a Harry Potter movie.
sarah's view on last night: a threesome to make things less awkward. oh, well done.
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