So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
Thong +tight pants =hungry butt. Not a good look on big women! Walmart sucks.
For sure. We should see if we can get Mike to pay for one, and have a triple kegger... :o==& (that's future me projectile vomiting. i try to be goal oriented)
Just got my period. This just makes my beach escapade totally even that much more ok.
I am thinkingif I am doing snow Angels in your living room, I probably had too much to drink
when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was "chug-a-lug"
Sweet. I'm actually coaching my work study into a 4-girl orgy so dinner was kinda important. Yes, I'm the best boss ever.
It's fine...I've done worse things to better people.
Flaming shots last night. Missing an eye brow. There a connection?
I've got a permanent seat at the "Girls who eat their feelings" table this weekend.
If I have to go to the hospital, at least put my pants back on. It's been a fantastic night.
Literally the only reason we didnt get arrested was because the cop said I reminded him of Steve Stifler from American Pie
The guy I blew last night was pierced in multiple places. I had to use extra caution to avoid my temporary filling.
tried to make it look like I had been conscious/awake and out all day when I stumbled into cvs at 6pm to buy plan B
update: I failed
I had my first "Damn Kids/When I Was That Age" rant at work today. We need to drink this feeling out of me. NOW.
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