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Monday, October 4, 2010

Gross #5

Amanda: I stole some barf bags from the plane to put in my car...with you in mind. I would give anything to have you puking near me again.

Me: You know you haven't seen me puke for the last time.
Posted by dancemouth at 9:07 PM
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Labels: barf bags, drinking problems, gross, puke, sweet, texas, the inside of my mouth

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