oh god the rape fog is back!
Can't remember why I called but it definitely had something to do with Lou Bega
My friend and I just coined a new term. OBJ. The obligatory blow job. You totally know what I'm talking about.
Like if he goes down on you first, or you just don't want to bone him yet. OBJ.
I left myself a trail of jello shots, that ended at his door. OR maybe he left me a trail of jello shots at his door. DO I GO IN!?
it wasnt even considered partying. it was like "ok, who can get the most shitfaced and not pass out"
Spring Fling is on 420. The theme better be 'Flower Child'.
I want there to be fog machines and unicorns.
He yearns for your heart.
He needs to stop being a pussy about it.
last thing I remember was someone walking in on me sitting in the bathtub listening and singing along to Britney spears "Till the world ends" on repeat.
I literally just skipped to the fridge when I realized we had enough vodka left to get day drunk
i have nothing going on in my life. unless a toxic love triangle with netflix and jack daniels counts.
So as you were leaving, you leaned on the table too much and 3 glasses slid and fell to the floor. You then looked at me and said "To be honest, glass isnt that expensive anyways" and stumbled out of the bar.
I'll keep supplying drugs if you teach me piano.
i just remember that i was on top of him and he wasnt contributing to the event much.. god i hope he wasnt asleap.
Youre a wreck. Youll be in your dorm weeping to project runway covered in pizza sauce and smelling of stale beer
The bad thing is that I bled through my bandages last night and keep finding blood around the house. It's almost like a scavenger hunt for solber me. I get to find out where drunk me went.
Randomize
