sorry i'm running a bit late. had to shave my brittney...was looking more like rapunzel. clearly i've been having a drought.
she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
Professor took us out for drinks. She said if I ordered the 64oz "Call a Cab," she'd give me an A. I drank it in 5 minutes. A+?
Only I could do what I did last night and feel perfectly ok working around children the next day
he wrote me a grocery list while i was passed out. every other item was gin. it went on for 4 pages.
In case you come back to the room and i'm not here, yes there's a cup filled with gravy in the microwave. Just take it out if you need to heat something.
Also there's a dick sized hole in my tights...should I be worried?
Should have told me the night we were talking about deal breakers that vomming outside your car was one of them. I would have taken a cab back
Apprently after I bit that bouncer, it all went down hill.
Not a clue. But I did find out that his penis has a British accent.
I couldn't drink enough to fuck the friend, you said challenge accepted and stole some chicks shot.
I want to see a guy holding a pizza and a bottle of scotch and a box of magnums. I'm a simple woman.
getting my period the day i moved was my bodies way of saying 'congratulations youre not leaving town with anybodies babies!'
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