My mouth tastes like defeat. Did he at least have money?
shit pants at work. discarded underwear.
just showed this text to the guy at west elm. luckily we did not stool ourselves in the midst of the ensuing hilarity. so you're commando now?
yep! most awkward part is that i was a few feet away from a client, talking and looking him in the eye. i've never stooled while looking someone directly in the eye.
yeah that pretty much nipped itself in the bud when I realized i could see her whiteheads glowing in the blacklight
Just used the D.E.N.N.I.S system successfully.
I just found a beer pong ball in my mail box. I think its a sign
the "its better than getting an actual virus from an actual porn star" argument failed.
Status Uddate: I lost half a tooth and Alison is taking Amy Grant requests via bullhorn
Sounds like it could have been the night you pulled out your love stump at the strip club.
He was bigger soft than my ex was hard. A gold medal rebound.
Yeah. Not my best idea. But I'm hoping for the best . And by best, I mean not jail
I found a half composed text to you this morning and all it said was HELP M. Is that how I ended up at the bottom of the stairwell in only a tee-shirt and one heel?
considering I never received the text I would go with 'yes'.
Oh my god did you actually lose a tooth
The night got interesting when the random guy next to us handed us a bottle of champagne and the rest of his ciroc bottle. When we asked why he did it, he proceeded to point at his friend who face planted the floor.
I think we need to stage a munchie intervention for Ben. I just watched him use a tortilla as a potholder to dump water out of his ramen.
you made the house rule that every time you'd say "yay" everyone had to drink.
that explains so much
Randomize
