He like poked it twice with the tip of his tongue then left it alone. I'm sad.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Nothing says I've got my life together like buying a jumbo bottle of 7$ wine in sweat pants on a monday night
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
Just keep my face away from hard objects. And by that I do not mean erect penised.... those are totally fine. It's more just things like rocks, table edges, blunt objects, etc so I don't get another concussion.
You're the only person I know who could blow literal chunks, laugh about it, then proceed to shotgun another beer. Love you champ.
I think I won over his best friend. He was staring at my boobs all night.
This is why Helen Keller didn't drink
You kept yelling in my face " YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUCK A DICK TONIGHT!"
This is kind of a weird question but were you the other girl Ben asked to do a group sex thing with?
I had one glass of wine then passed out for 4 hours. It's like I'm having a quarter-life crisis.
I told her to not worry about it. Lone Star is an excellent first trimester beer.
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
I haven't heard from him yet. He's either still asleep (which is entirely plausible..... There wasn't much sleeping happening last night) or he's robbing me blind. But I have renters insurance, so either way, I'm ok with it.
Remember that Czech tennis player I brought home from beer pong and banged on your couch last year? He just booty calle me. From the Czech Republic.
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