Now I know how you felt every time you had to listen to me have sex with a girl... mildly disguested yet marginally proud.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
There are lots of gay asians. This is better than i was expecting
4 to the list in one week. Slutsville isn't as fun as the brochure promised.
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
she said I was laying next to a garbage can in the subway doing key bumps and screaming "its my fucking birthday" repeatedly
I still don't know why you took that job... it sounds miserable
not having any beer money sounds even more miserable
Boobs are also good for catching the vodka gummy bears that miss my mouth
Question: trumpet bong. Can it work.
I can't turn off my feet"
Some older looking guy gave me his card as he exited the train. Hes a pharmaceutical rep. I'm debating asking him for a job. Obv he wants sex but if I can get a job out of this maybe I can offer him more than a cheap dry handjob bc that's all I'm really up for these days
That was the night I passed out and someone threw chicken at me. SORRY I wasn't available to cockblock you from that Hispanic dude.
It's a sad statement on my day when the high point was getting a pap test.
New fact of life: getting Becca high never helps any situation at all ever.
Like, my vagina is jet-lagged.
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