In hindsight, i should have predicted that a drink called the 'rocky mountain bear fucker' would not end in a pleasant experience
He always grinds on me and is like "This is awesome because we're both Catholic!"
I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
i dont know what was worse.. snorting the wasabi or puking on the neighbors dog
Just had such a rough shit, don't stop believin had to be played
ugh he was not leaving in the morning so i tried to scare him by crying and saying i wasnt ready to lose my virginity.
I've just stalked all the hot guys who have clicked "attending". I now know which guys are "yes", "maybe" and "no". I only hope my drunk self remembers.
The bartender seems to not like the DD's anymore. I'm sad
I'm just saying; the box truck will cost less then dorms or rent, and we can always crash where the party is.
Seriously I'm dying. All my insides are fighting their way out of me. With light sabers and machetes.
He's a psychology major, so instead of becoming a stripper, I'm just working out my daddy issues with him. And his cock. And spankings.
They're much more educational now btw. Don't judge.
The date went significantly better after the fifth shot of fireball.
I'm eating animal crackers on my bed next to my vibrator writing about the hopelessness and depravity of humanity. I am LIVING.
11:30pm - Shots together. 12:15pm Shots together. 12:45pm Shots together. 9:30am Plan B's together.
He said when the pizza came I zip locked one slice and went to the couch and snuggled with it. Does that give you an idea of how my night was?
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