...there is blood under my fingernails.
...I hope my roomates are okay.
We drove past his house blaring "Like a virgin" in the middle of the day. pretty sure he heard.
Ok...drunk girls at the bar are charging $1 for motorboating. It's fucking WEDNESDAY. I never want to leave.
Dude i'm seriously thinking about his nipples.
I think the pivotal moment was when we used the see and say as a drinking game with shots of whiskey. It was all downhill after that.
My grandmother cheats at beer pong and has been rubbing her tainted victory in my face for an hour now.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
Im going to make a sandwich and see if my books came from amazon. I cant believe two years ago i was dating eight guys and teaching russian exchange students how to do shots.
Me too. We could do it like prostitutes. No kissing on the mouth.
You're fucking beautiful as shit and we should have loving sex...
I am honestly trying to remember his name. All I can remember is that he had a weird mole, a daughter and a lot of cocaine. Please stop letting me pick up at gay night.
that moment you remember partying with someone several years ago.. and don't remember if you slept with them or not.
I think I may have fully transcended this spectrum of life. I can see beams of light man. Down to the photons
What
The only downside is I can't stop skipping
Is it bad form to puke out of a dorm window to avoid looking bad in front of the people in your room?
How about from a sixth floor window?
It's not just going to appear. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, and leg work went into finding a cock that amazing!
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