party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
Gonna get hammered and start online dating men in prison. But... only the ones who get out within two years.
Girl's gotta have her standards.
My mom said she was relieved to see that I'd gained some weight bc she's "always worried" that I might have AIDS.
i dunno what you eat but your cum is all over my underwear and it smells like pretzels
Do you remember trying to eat gravel when we were walking back to the dorm?
You convinced us both to take shots of jack Daniels through our eyes.
I seriously think my heart may fail. And I didn't even grab a toilet beer :(
I'm still drunk. it's summer. I just need a hot dog and an aspirin.
I'm treating this like a real date. My boobs aren't even out.
I'm so proud, I have tears
Literally I can feel my heart beat in my vagina because of how sore I am
That was a beautiful concert to sleep through ...
I know - Don't let me take drugs from strangers anymore
My vagina still hurts from yesterday. That's the last time I think riding a mop bucket is a good idea. Don't let me do that again
We are gonna play a game I like to call what the fuck is in my pocket
Thanks for the hospitality last night.
You mean sex?
Yes....hospitality.
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