week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
once the "do it" chant starts, any shot at an even remotely dignified party experience is dead.
I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
bottle of wine in one hand cigar in the other. 5 am. topless on our fire escape. and she cleaned our bathroom... i like his new girlfriend.
Europeans suck. I just gave him head and somehow i am the one paying for the coffee
His penis has a special gift of curing my broken heart
You bit the bartender when he refused to poor rum in your purse and hand you a straw.
My only regret is not throwing up on the conveyor belt in the dining hall
I was passed out in a dog food bowl tor two hours. Just tapped my dinner beer. I love homecoming.
We got to his house at 7am and two random guys were on the couch shot gunning beers saying we were late for the party
No. I either had a 6 minute orgasm or I had so many I lost count. I'm still not sure.
Jerry got outside again, i found him making dirt angels in the garden. I need to put a bell on that bastard.
I think I sold my soul to a dominatrix last night.
I got a snap of someone jumping off a light pole. Was that you? Please confirm or deny. #onWisconsin
I learned a valuable lesson about combining day drinking with malt liquor: you may think you have super powers, but that's just the Steel Reserve talking.
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