drunk and camping, i just wanted to lay on the ground but tim (also, drunk) wouldn't have it. why can't a girl lay on the ground and enjoy some absorbent white bread in peace?
oh, and then there was the part after i went to bed that he insisted my (only) sweatshirt needed to be cleaned. got a bucket of water. and immersed it. thanks babe (not).
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Oh, so sweet!
i forgot to tell you, but this totally cracked me up. awesome!
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