I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
he only lasted three minutes, so to spite him i stayed the night and slept in.
So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
he was drinking wine. Puking into an empty water bottle. And eating french toast. ....All at the same time.
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
How the fuck did I get back? Last thing I remember is being on some hot guy's shoulders yelling at girls shaking their asses
We'll talk about it later...
Yuck. My throat feels like someone chucked a couple of Maltov cocktails down it and finished it off with a super soaker filled with Jameson.
We peed on campus in the middle of the tailgate and then hit on a married cop that asked you to stop touching him
He just didn't want his drunk dick pulled out of his windbreaker at the family party
Somehow reaching for the flaming hot cheetos ended up in the best sex of my life
Afterwards I drank a whole bottle of cake vodka in the bathtub while he was bawling his eyes out. Hands down weirdest hookup I've ever had.
You're having marijuana delivered to you. You're buying drugs and you aren't even leaving the house. I'm sure he'll be surprised if you're NOT wearing a bathrobe.
He fucked me so hard my hair extensions fell out
My first hangover at work. I'm officially an adult.
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