Pretty sure I only gave out my other # though. You know, 777 777-7777
Hahaha. So was it a Freudian slip, or wishful thinking? ;)
Could be either seeing as you're in my phone as "3rd bar" and I couldn't pick you outta a line up.
I'm at the bar and I just saw some unnecessary and accidental cooter...sometimes I think girls need a license to go out pantyless in public.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
Well i tried snorting sugar. so either that made me puke or the fact that i drank water from a fish tank
Resolution for 2011: blow jobs are a privilege, not a right.
I have sand in every orifice, there are bruises everywhere, and I smell like a distillery. I love summer.
Update... last night a man tried to bite my ear. I think he swallowed my pearl earring.
Trevor is horny so he just called me to tell me all the things that he would like to do with his future wife. That's a new one.
You can jump from the roof to the pool. Trust me. I have done this before.
In the middle of blowing him I looked at him and said "Your so old..." and then continued. I need to stop drinking.
I can't wait to see you again...not a euphemism, just really looking forward to seeing you. Wanting to fuck you as often as possible just seems implied at this point.
all I've ever wanted was a guy with twelve cats who will tie me up in bed
I also guarantee you multiple orgasams and blueberry pancakes
I am become drunk, destroyer of all worlds
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