Grossest hangover story of 09: Puked in the bathtub. I was in it.
i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
There is a banner on a house by campus that says "welcome to college dads. Thanks for dropping off your daughters!"
Most the numbers in my phone are mistakes. It's a virtual graveyard of people I should never pick up for.
Fuck winter. I had to scrape my windshield, shoeless, after the walk of shame so I could go home.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
but he gave me mouthwash after the bj. no ones ever done that for me before.
We have 10 gallons of home brew. And james has an amazonian blow dart weapon that sticks in bags and the wall. Come over
Who knew that one of those cheesy light up equalizer shirts would be the light that all those drunk college girls gathered like moths around?
If you really wanted to hide the fact you were gay, you could have at least had the sense to not get drunk in the same bar as your bf.
Nothing tops off the night like giving emotional and spiritual guidance to a 70 year old transvestite.
We had sex and he ended up in the hospital... don't know if I should be worried or proud.
He drank an entire six pack, past out on the guest bed, woke up around 4AM, lifted & dropped my leg, then peed on the corner of the bed. When I told him where he was pissing he said "it's all the same babe."
My hook-up from last week somehow found me at the club, saw the girl I was trying to fuck, kissed me right in front of her, and walked off.
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