The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
I think I slept in the cheesecake last night. Either that or I had a wet dream. Whatever happened I need to wash my pants.
we didnt even make it to the club...the two of us were sharing a plastc bag in the taxi puking into it.
Every time I get scared about the fact that I'm falling for him I remember that he juggles and is hung like a mastadon and everything is a-ok.
Homeboy was juggling while taking bong rips. Of course he got laid.
My favorite bartender added me on Facebook. Now he can clearly see how under 21 I am
I'm eating captain crunch out of a cup half full of beer so idk
she was braiding my hair and singing forever young while she vommed everywhere at the same time. Talent.
No man. Everyone needs to shit off a roof, at least once.
She's high and running across rooftops. Yes we're going to end up in A&E again.
I'm the only person I know who could have actual sex and then dream about my vibrator.
Then again I went over his house after not hanging out since kindergarten and tried to fuck him so maybe I'm partially to blame here
In my defense, the second lapdance I gave was because of a dare.
still drunk.please come get me.he kicked me out because i couldn't stop laughing about passing out in the middle of taking his virginity.
Haha word. Sure I can do that. Help me find which bar has my pants and you'll get free tacos all week
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