i get tired of guys telling me there married or they have a girlfriend. they act like it concerns or matters to me
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
First lesson of the year: don't close the bar on mondays
i think i figured out where our problem might have started...when we poured more tequila on top of out margaritas to melt the ice bc they were too cold
hahaha or putting rum in the bbq sauce?
I think I just inadvertently started a sex competition with my roommate and her boyfriend.
Roommate is high and swore off off the diet. Said she wants to make everyone else fat since it'd be easier. She spent today baking 3 dozen brownies for the office tomorrow and is already down to 24.
How was the rest of your night?
A little fuzzy and a lot naked.
She gatecrashed the wedding and managed to get an invite to the open bar reception. Lucky bitch
I haven't filled him in on Operation "find a sugar daddy & suck dick for money" yet, but I'm sure he just wants me to be happy.
I also made him write a nonfiction romance novel about what happened and to give it to me when the time was right
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
The best part of the night was you shouting "I have to take the LSAT tomorrow" between shots of fireball.
Margaritas just taste better when they're bigger than your head
well apparently i sat in the bathroom staring in the toliet at my vomit. it was blue. how was your night?
also. when i get a car, the amount of space there is for sex WILL be a huge deciding factor.
Randomize
