Is it because I queefed?
RIP Summer 2010. God knows it had to be one of us..
He just asked me to pee through my panties while he watched. I might need more tequila for this one.
I have got to stop assigning last names to girls I get numbers from based on what I think will remind me of them... Sarah Petrydish is not an acceptable memory trigger
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
Lesson of the night: never take shots out of a bottle you found under a couch in a frat house. I have no idea where I am
Discovered a freckle on my clitoris. What have you done today?
Stoned in some guys basement listening to ELO. it's like its 1978.
It just makes me feel nauseous. And I don't want to feel nauseous when all I really want is to get off.
I just had a spiritual connection with my sweater and did ballet in the hallway. Alone. I'd say we're gonna chalk that up as a win for marijuana and call it a night
I'm not sorry for loving America more than everyone else
He literally just made me hold his dick while he peed cause he wanted to know if I could aim as good as him
We are so on opposite sides of the boobs spectrum
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
You know it's a good May 2-4 when it involves 14 straight hours of vodka slush and garlic bread
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