I have a voicemail from Mike at 1am. He starts to say something, but then throws up instead.
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
awesome recipe for disaster- bar hopping at the airport
captain morgan taught me last night that resee's puffs are way better when eaten straight out of the sink.
Just taught my suite how to queef. I feel like i'm back in 9th grade!
im not sure. I kicked him in the ear last night trying to kick a plastic cup off his head to prove I can kick higher than anyone.
Are we talking about who knows if I'll get naked pictures of you with a broadsword or who knows if I'll be surprised?
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
I feel like I'm going to get the reputation of being the girl who brings her dog with her to all her random hookups.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
We are planning a drunk snapchat treasure hunt for tomorrow, and the treasure is his penis, this is a game I'm not willing to loose.
Sadly, she's the porn star that got away
Never thought I'd see the day when I got assless chaps in the mail, and yet here we are...
woke up between a girl's legs. make your own conclusion.
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