So we were in the middle of hooking up when he stopped me. I thought he was having a moral dilemma about the whole having a girlfriend thing. But no. He got down on all fours, butt naked, and started throwing up and farting simultaneously. I took it as my cue to leave.
You supply the liquor and I'll "accidently" forget my bathing suit.
Deal!
Highlight of my evening, pile of books falling onto me in front of people
i just rolled a joint on the giving tree. that book has given me so much.
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
He always grinds on me and is like "This is awesome because we're both Catholic!"
her sex was completely horrible but her weed was great. imma ask her out again
Hands down, the girl passed out in the bathroom was the best looking. Concious or not.
he might be the rich husband I pretend to love for the rest of my life!!!!
Just spent 15 minutes trying to save the life of a fruit fly that dive-bombed my coffee. I figured it doesn't make sense to let two souls die in this place...
Who are these men, what are we doing here, how is this helping us toward our goals of sex and pasta? Things to consider.
I asked if he wanted to sext and he just started sending me pictures of his beard.
so hungover. I'm actually considering eating the snow off the roof so I don't have to leave my bed
My dream date: Hotdogs/nachos from the bar & tequila. Is that too much to ask?
I just found my phone after looking for it since yesterday afternoon it was in the fridge.
Randomize
