Call it a failed empirical study as to whether drugs would make her more interesting. or at least better in bed.
I mean I'm forever immortalized as the one who puked in his dad's straw hat.
All I know is for some reason I was sitting naked in the hallway playing an invisible ukulele singing somewhere over the rainbow. I wonder why security came.
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
She was trying to fuck the exchange student from France. His English is really bad and the music was loud so she just pointed to a beer bottle and then her vagina.
It started with jello shots. It ended with tears.
We broke up in downtown Nashville with drunken, blow up penis waving bachelorette parties walking by. For some reason I can see this ending up as a country music video.
At least now when I say "never again" the likelihood is that it won't actually happen again the next weekend...that my friend is called growth
let me drop the bass on your empty vagina syndrome
Sorry I got completely naked in your bed, but I feel our friendship has grown because of it.
And he came by and picked me up. We cuddled in his car then had sex until... an officer doing his rounds put a spotlight on crazy haired, naked me straddling him.
Like he was inside me when I made eye contact with a police man.
I almost had sex at the fire station last night and I need you to acknowledge all the awesomeness that is in that sentence.
I can't open my mouth wide enough to make full use of this snapchate update
i asked her if she was sure that she was ready to do it and she replied with "come at me bro"
Remember when we thought adulthood would be different than college?
It is different. We had hopes and dreams back then. Now we're just alcoholics.
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