I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
JAMES WASHOMGTON STATE ATTACKED US
WE'RE FYCKED UL HARDCORW
THE REISLING ATRACEX US
it's a "shave your legs in the cvs bathroom" kind of night
I'm afraid you are becoming too bourgeois with your switch from boxed wine to bottled.
Obama's speech on in 9 mins. Me in the shower now. Naked. Make your choice.
I'm bringing the tv in with me.
She bent over while grinding on me on the dance floor and her thong straps were hanging out, I thought it was a good idea to grab the straps with both hands and pretend to be riding in Santa's sleigh...not my brightest moment.
All I am going to say is this: I woke up with lots of bruises on my knees from running around on all fours being a 'dinosaur'. Either girls night in went terribly wrong or terribly right.
Her ex wouldn't stop texting her so she started replying with various pictures of Britney spears's breakdown
Great sex, the promise of us mixing our excellent genetics in the future, and access to drugs are mainly what's holding this relationship together at the moment
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
Realizing life ain't all about burritos and strippers, it's a struggle out there, and it ain't looking pretty so far,..
It seems that Coffee is the true alpha male.
Already doing pt exercises by picking my margarita up off the night stand. Fuck yeah.
The adults are the big ones right?
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