Went to mcdonalds... Wishing I could throw up the last 20 hours of my life.
the last thing i remember is inserting the sippy stray into the jack daniel's.
Thanks to her sunglasses tan, I can't look at her when she blows me cause it's like getting blown by a raccoon. A very talented raccoon
it's ok. he made up for it by standing there and holding my purse while i made out with three guys at the bar. it was a pretty good night.
He was trying to be aggressive in bed, but in reality, it was like watching a declawed cat try to climb a curtain. They WANT it, they just can't DO it.
I meant to thank you again for giving up a potential interracial threesome to come to my party. I'm glad you stayed!
you're expensive. Idk about all this. What happened to free make outs?
Sobriety and mild self-respect
I pulled an all nighter. So hoped up on coffee and aderall. Pretty sure you could take my pulse through a snow jacket...
Why yes. I did get laid looking like that. My sheets look like there was a clown orgy
College has done two things for me. Given me the confidence to blow my nose in public and shit in public
I'VE LOST MY DIGNITY, MY PRIDE, AND EVEN MY BOOTY CALL. HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
Were not even through the second month of the year and I potentially may have torpedoed a marriage...
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
The gift for sixth anniversary is steel. He bought me handcuffs. Inee I married the right man!
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