found a dugout with weed in it in dad's car. decided to top up the weed compartment with salvia. for fun.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
Currently coming up with judgment, the game. Works well on buses, will probably be more entertaining in bars.
his dad came out and found me sleeping indian style on the couch with my cup balancing on my boobs. didn't spill a drop.
I think its safe to assume that the 40yr old undergraduate with purple and pink in her hair and a tattoo of the eiffel tower above her ass crack has never actually been to Paris...
I feel like an ass. I'm not blacking out ever again. I want to clean your feet for a year. Just like Jesus did.
as of this morning I have officially vommed on the highways of 6 different countries. It's a proud moment.
At one point I thought we were going to have to fuck our way out of their apartment
I need to stop ravaging the freshman dorm like a virginity-snatching dragon.
Besides. I don't even really like sex because it feels great. I like it because for thirty minutes I own that guys ass.
It'd probably just be a lot of profanity and hyperventilation and deteriorating into tears anyways
so just a regular conversation then
YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET
Apparently I offered the cop my Taco Bell.
Desperate times...
On a side note. I slept with a stuffed giraffe last night. Found it in my bed when I came home and snuggled with it. Drunk me reverted to being 2
I walked outside and found some random guy passed out on our front porch. We managed to acquire the 12 pack of lagers he had so it's all good.
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