I found the orange juice, it was hiding in the vodka...trickster.
First rule of pills: If you can't remember what it is, take half.
So it wasn't until I came that he pointed out the glow in the dark plastic star still stuck to my forehead. Fun times.
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
So recap time do u remember biting that girls hand?
On a lighter note, the guy I gave a lap dance to then fell asleep on his crotch just facebook friend requested me..
i'll llet you know if at any point this night starts to make any sense
That's always how I imagine things at your apartment...
Good, I'm glad you don't have some weird, skewed, clothed version of reality over here.
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
is leaving the club to fk in his friends van subtle?
I snapchatted his face mid sex. Needless to say, I don't think I'll ever see him again.
I think my ball sweat smells like waffle house. might be time to change up drunken eating habits
It was like sex on an active volcano surrounded by the night sky and bloodhounds. And by that I mean it was nice.
This is either going to be a hilarious catfish or the fuck trophy of the century.
He ate me out in a limo while we were driving home. I love bars being open again!
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