The night ended with a lot of tears and everyone singing along to Willenium
so many types of cookies right now. i'm eating four kinds of cookies that i've made into larger cookie sandwiches. too high. whoa.
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
there was so much ham clogging the tub drain.. he said it was ok he has a cleaning lady
God damn him and his understanding ways and little hip muscle things.
I just puked so hard I pissed myself. Outta my ass. I just won hangover of the century.
we should look into getting a golf cart for the weekend. i have a feeling legs wont be a sufficient source of transportation.
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.
Are you aware that you called me "Sexy clit lady" last night?
It takes a special friend to go vibrator shopping with
Yes. It does.
I would say "man cannot subsist on sexting and brownies alone" but I think it's actually possible.
you kept saying how you wanted to mainline bacardi right into your bloodstream. medical school is doing wonderful things to your brain
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
So from zero to dumpster fire, how shitty do you feel this morning? I'm hovering somewhere around trainwreck.
Is it weird that the girl I'm fucking just wished me luck on my date tonight?
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