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“I am the epitome of a walk of shame. I expect a trophy. If getting railed and smelling like sex was an Olympic sport, I’d get gold. Because there is no amount of cigarette smoke in this casino that could rid me of the smell of whore and unwanted pregnancy.”
“Here’s to the best weekend of our lives, Eleanor Roosevelt. Because what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Let’s get slutty, buddy.”
“You two look like there’s gonna be a tiger in the bathroom.”
“Holy shit. I got married…” My eyes lock with theirs. “And you two fucked my wife.”
Dear hubby, I’d like a divorce. Since you’re rich and famous, you’re paying for the lawyer. And since I’m not a gold digger, there’s no fee for the memories. Love, your future ex-wifey Hit me up when you rise and shine, sleeping beauty. I’m at The Palm Tree Motel, rm #17 408-242-8381
should really buy a notebook and write the whole night out while it’s still fresh. That way, when I get old, the people at the nursing home can read me my ho tales, so I’ll die happy.
Vegas is for catching cock, not crushes.
Guys get addicted when the girl is down to keep things simple.
“Wild Card, no more flirting with the bench. I’m the starting fucking lineup.”
