That's the last time we joust in Radio Flyer wagons after margarita night.
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
So many bounce houses so little time
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
That chick needs a catscan. And fuck it, we're still ordering in a stripper
hotel security told us you walked into the hotel with blood all over your dress, weren't wearing any underwear and were escorted back by three men who were believed to be "homosexuals".
Yehhhaaww I'm way ahead of you. I'm gunna get her a card that says " I'm sorry your now ex boyfriend decided to upgrade"
I find it ironic...the gays are dying to get married & I just want a fucking divorce
It was all going fine until I had to chug that strawberita bud light. That really ended badly.
COME HERE WE MELTED A CORONA BOTTLE WITH FIREWORKS
Pro: Drunk Portland Strip Club. Con: Monday morning hangover at work. Pro: boobs. Con: Sleep deprivation. The Pro's are winning.
I would agree. Add some coffee to the booze. It will cut down on sleep deprivation.
Apparently we carried the stove upstairs. I Woke up with it in my room.
I still maintain we were not that drunk......
Dude, Dimensionally it doesn't even fit in that stairway! We might have to knock a wall out to get it back down!
And I am bleeding like slutty girl #1 In a horror movie
he's such a nice guy...he deserves a bigger dick.
I just want to nap all the time and eat Chinese food.
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