I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
The night ended with a lot of tears and everyone singing along to Willenium
he then proceeded to tear down my curtains, wrap them around his waist, and use the rod as his "rod"... you tell me how drunk he is...
naw. unless you want me to sit in a corner, not understand english and eat all of your cheese then i don't think it's a good idea.
Check Facebook. Random dude tagged us in photos from last night dancing at Denny's while eating a sampler platter. 1. How does he have our names, and 2. You said we ate at Tbell.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
I can coach you back to consumption. Think of it kinda like Rocky II.
Just heard the girl at the bar cuss her bf out and order a long island ice tea. Going to give it 5 min then I'm going in. See you on the other side.
He fingered me and now wants me to go get plan b because of it. WE'RE IN COLLEGE.
There two guys dressed as FEMA workers with jump-suits that say "Post-Disaster Breast Examination Division"
No. I either had a 6 minute orgasm or I had so many I lost count. I'm still not sure.
He told me he was married and then fingered me on the kitchen counter. It was awkward to explaining the broken toaster to my roommates this morning...
I woke up hugging a box of cheerios that had "wonder woman" written in sharpie on it. So much for a sober night.
When we were all out of beer you took a bite out of the cardboard beer box and said "close enough."
but seriously, if you see a redhead running down the street tonight in a carrot costume, call 911. He's tripping hard.
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