you're putting all your eggs in a very hungover basket
Do vagina's smell?
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
judging by my wet hair I would guess I showered at the bartenders apt last night?
My only regret is not throwing up on the conveyor belt in the dining hall
Whoever owns the butter that i always steal out of the office fridge definitely put THC butter in there this time. Shit just got real.
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
So I've discovered that being hungover at 25 feels the same as being hungover at 24. Happy Birthday to me.
Was your wine and cheese snap taken from the toilet?
would you like to venture to the magical clitoris forest?
Just took physics exam. I think this is one of those 'chuck it in the fuck-it bucket and become an art major' days
Pretty sure at some point last night i said to myself "it'll be fun to completely lose my mind for a night"
I had to google some of the kinky sex shit she was telling me she was into.
If that is not a reason to propose to her then I don't know what is
And on a positive note i found a list that i made in 3rd grade titled "what to do if you want a guy to like you"
Randomize
