You kept calling me your small dog last night.
You drew a lightning bolt on your eye and stomach in eye liner and made me sing Poker face with you in harmonies. I never knew you were still a music major when you were drunk.
Why do I feel like I'm not the only one drinking to make my night class teacher look better?
Rolling one last joint on my Psych textbook before trading it in. I might actually cry.
dude I'm not 100% but I think your mom is sexting me.
She just asked me if I was looser "in the vagina" than her. While gyrating.
They made out. Sounded like hippos drinking water
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
drinking vodka, listening 2 smh at 530am slow cooking beef stew. you'll enjoy the stew and worry abt me in the morning. bon apatite
so I guess I made a note in my phone last night to remind myself not to do shrooms on the cruise ship
I drank beer out of some sort of animal horn all night, then we fucked to a "viking metal" album. I feel like I should go pillage something to complete the Norse trifecta.
I have just found the cubicle of sustenance. And I will rejoice at all the families that have not found this magic. This vodka cubicle of magic.
You are an awesome peach made of glitter.
Whenever a guy asks me why I like weird sex stuff, I just answer, "Catholic School".
I had to remind him last night as he had his arm around me, "We hook up, we don't cuddle!"
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