we're blogging at a bar
We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
You probably havent been upstairs if you think that the microwave missing its door is bad
Post-sex chicken soup was such a good idea. It's been like an hour and I'm still applauding myself
90% sure you snuck in there somewhere, all I really remember is big boobs in my face so I'm assuming it was you.
And then I passed out in my towel and was woken up by my roommate introducing me to her trick for the night.
I mean turning down birthday sex is never the answer
You can wear my underwear. It'll be like old times.
So I'm at that stage in my life where I am stalking my stalker just to get laid
Whenever you get off. By "pick me up from work" I mean, "pick me up from a bar by work at your earliest convenience" :)
I got slapped by a drag queen and bitten on the arm by either a random girl or a weird mouth shaped dog. Tough to tell without seeing the teeth
Yes. I will keep putting the beer into my stomach and eventually the bartender will make a mistake
I'm just trying to find the strength to put my bra back on and come inside
I'm sorry i showed you my boobs.. I probably shouldn't have done that.
am drunk, naked, and blow drying cat. need adult supervision
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