To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
Ummm. I just wanna say this now: Don't let me invite the band back to the apartment to see my stripper pole.
So much beer in the passenger seat the seatbelt light is blinking
Wow, im gonna be a great doctor..."hi let me save your life but first check out this pic of me deep throating a handle of grey goose"
Indeed. Apparently I called my sisters and told them I wouldn't get arrested because it's not a real sword.
Is it just me or does the sex still keep getting better? I wasn't crying, my eyes just watered from how hard I was cumming.
Sometimes I get in situations where I realize they think I'm smarter than I am and then it's just one more thing I have to fake.
I'm about to be a big disappointment.
Getting high in the car with mom and the aunts during intermission for drag queen bingo. Details later.
But I got head on a boat yesterday which was sweet until a bald eagle flew over. Then it became life affirming.
I'm just gonna back away slowly and come back when there's less weird crap.
I may or may not have spiked my gatorade to get through a game of monopoly with these children.
I'm seeing how far I can grow my leg hair out before Jason will say anything. I'm up to an inch
shit i just threw up on a freshman
i don't know if i should laugh or feel bad..
nevermind it was a sophmore, laugh.
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