he was in the bathroom singing "will it floooaaat?? will it floooaaat?!" turns out that's a deal breaker for me.
just printed out my drug dealers resume for him. guess the ecstasy scene slows down when kids move back home for the summer...
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
So apparently the bar gave out free condoms, which I now have a pocket full of. Why is drunk me shoving the fact that I'm single and not getting laid in sober me's face...
Haha, oh man. I'm awake now. Slept in my headdress.
Craig, a bottle of Jamison, and I had a party on the roof last night. No idea how I got down. My injuries indicate fall...
Everything smells like vodka and bologna. WHAT DID YOU DO?
I'm treating this like a real date. My boobs aren't even out.
I'm so proud, I have tears
Snaps to my Ella Fitzgerald station for such a jazzy walk of shame
Our sibling relationship has really blossomed into a wonderful mutual acceptance of sluttyness
Like will they card me for my own whiskey in shampoo bottles?
The night is not complete until I am drnk and speaking to inanimate objects
your were asleep with people making out on top of you. you didn't even look bothered by it.
My horoscope should say: you're an alcoholic, get help today, Pisces
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