So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
its official now. im not pissing on secret service cars with a senators inside anymore.
i have a "get your shit together" dinner with my parents tonight. After that ill be down to party
i stalked him back to the creation of his facebook in november 2008. that bad.
For some reason 'start yourself on fire drunk' isn't nearly as funny after last 4th of july..
You kept telling the cops that our ice luge was practice for the next winter olympics
When we found you, you were using the bottle of Captain as a pillow...with a note on your forehead that said don't wake up the champion.
We need to put it on a rope attached to the bong, so it can't be dropped. Apparently, you need a stem safety leash.
Post-sex nachos deserve a song.
Seriously. Texted me 4 times and that didn't wake me up so he nicely called and left a voicemail saying he WOULD call me 8 times. So when he called back I answered.
I mean your new thing is losing body parts and feeling colors so its not like we are hurting for entertainment
I can't help but look at my sex life and acknowledge that this is not normal behavior.
Oh wow and I have a bunch of portable wine glasses called to go coffee cups
I worked all year for this tax return. I deserve to get my nipples pierced.
Went as "Party on, Wayne." And left as, "Partied out Wayne in a foot boot with new medical bills." Fuck Halloween...and vodka.
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