Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
I puked off the balcony.
Not horrible
Into the hottub. There were six people in it. I had eaten all their pizza.
Registered for next semester classes drunk. Let's hope I didn't accidently sign up for history of dinosaurs again...
Woke up to a bouquet of flowers in my toilet bowl. Drunk hubby loves me.
Ok, so for future reference, in Rome, "piano bar" means "brothel".
Judging that there's a photo of me getting head while sitting on a graveyard tombstone.....not good.
they call him Oral-B. enough said
I just realized I'm trading you a pregnancy test for the morning after pill...
It's been a bad semester.
It was a perpetual wrestle for who got to be on bottom. Laziest hookup ever.
New drinking game: Drink while you Drink. I'll explain the rules when I see you, needless to say, it's not difficult. Unless you enjoy sobriety, humanity and life. Bestest.
Did you leave ur panties in the sink?
Kitchen or bathroom?
Have you ever looked death in the face and have the urge to shit yourself. I'm in that situation right now.
From now on he's gonna have to shave first. It feels like I got eaten out by a chainsaw!
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