The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
He was in me and said I can't believe this happened because of facebook. MOOD KILLER.
He made fire alarm noises before throwing up all over the street.
I'm pretty sure it all started going downhill last night when they suggested I see how much sambuca I could fit in my mouth
all 3 of us brought blondes home last night. all 3 are passed out. we're gonna switch rooms and see how long until one of them notices.
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
I just found what appears to be a tooth in my purse...anybody missing one?
She thought that based on the way she feels that she got drugged last night, but come on, her turn on word is hello, who needs to drug that??
The only thing worse than being hungover is being hungover and not able to open your mouth wide enough to eat a cheeseburger
Using the random money I found in my bra from Halloween to pay to print my bio notes. I only brought a debit to the bar. College win.
Best case scenario: sex with hot bartender \nWorst case scenario: no sex and punched by tattooed guy that may or may not be said bartenders boyfriend.
Dude. Steinbecking. It's when you double-fist coffee and alcohol to help you meet a writing deadline.
I'm just more comfortable with the bondage
I literally wonder, frequently, "Will anyone ever fuck me until i go cross eyed for 2 hours again?''
I have to have boobs, you have the charm and wholesomeness that gets boyfriends... And i have boobs
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