Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
Just got physical proof that at 6 am i was running around with raw potatoes threatening to mash them on his floor. Hello, Mobile uploads
Referring to yourself in third person during sex is apparently an instant turn off
You called me at 2am singing 'happy birthday' while screaming 'I fucking love you' verses, all while eating a burrito and taking a piss off your apartment balcony
Yeah I know, the people below me already told me
you looked at her and told her she looks like the girl you lost your virginity to then told her you wanted to lose it to her again
I'm doing laundry from this weekend.. That poor shirt I wore to the rave smells like a dead animal that rolled in weed and pain..
I just hope when I turn 21, it doesn't tank my entire semester.
They're basically the Kennedys. This is the family I fucked in to. I'm so proud of my vagina as much as it feels shitty for my heart.
I was too drunk to remember throwing up so i probably didn't learn my lesson
I asked her how many times she came and she said "Oh god I can't count that high, Rutgers doesn't teach us that."
The lady that was sitting beside me thought the best way to cheer herself up was to pet and ruffle my hair while crying and telling me her problems...
I know he works a lot but c'mon man. I 69'd you the first week we boned. Put a little effort in. Fuck.
For the love of god, if any of you are up, bring me pants.
Idk what's worse.... Yesterday not waking up in my bed or today waking up in the hello kitty gown.
His ass is a ten, but his personality is a two. Which would average to a six if I didn't have to figure in apologizing to all and sundry. In short hard no. Get a new wingman.
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