We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
He hid IN a snowbank for 2 hours waiting for me to come home. This game has to stop before someone dies.
You can buy vodka at target here.. Maybe Missouri isn't so bad after all
I vaguely remember trying to exfoliate my face with your leg hair. Sorry about that.
He said that he didn't know what level the sun was on, and then he puked.
I've decided that my night was probably over when I started eating the penne vodka with my hands.
She licked EVERYTHING then yelled at me in Spanish. I just kept saying SI.
Could have had sex with an ex NFL kicker last night.
That would've been embarrassing.
My vday gift was a joint bouquet, Finding Nemo on bluray, and a good shower fuck.
Um, WHAT A FUCKING KEEPER!
I can measure my amount of vomit in solo cups.
Well, i'm not hugging a bag of cheetos and crying while I watch Friends wishing that we were Ross and Rachel. So clearly I'might doing better than last night.
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
I remember the Prince Albert and the three penises in the threesome. But the rest no.
handcuff keys just fell out of my bra....wtf happened last night?
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