So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
new excercise plan: walk a mile get a bj then walk a mile home
this is the 21st century. you drunk fuck him and then go on a date.
Literally passed out while tubing... Boating while hammered is a blast but thank God for life jackets
thats the sluttiest christmas spirit ever.
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
good, we got high then went swimming. shelly forgot to keep swimming so we tied her to the ladder in the shallow part with her bikini top.
You were hugging the toilet and shouting "don't let fatty eat me" through the closed door.
It Amazes me that I was able to drunk update my status in Spanish last night.
If you could come over after class and poke me with a stick to see if im still alive id really appreciate it
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
If I get there and all he has for my big valentines surprise is his body, I'm dumping his ass and posting his dirty pictures on a porn site so people can laugh at him.
i just watched a 7 minute video on people making a hot air balloon for their dog and i am a changed person
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
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