yeah. and then it was like the room of requirement. the elevator just opened for our threesome.
the cops didnt even wait to start drinking the confiscated alchohol from the party
literally every day that goes by where he doesn't talk to me makes me more determined to get him to have sex with me
so i gave him head in the movie theater last night. thought we were alone til I heard the clapping from the other side of the theater after he'd finished.
Her name is Sherri and her sister's are Brandy and Champagne. Of course I want to meet her parents.
being able to look good while almost puking is a skill that takes a lot of puking to develop.
I just brought the toaster out onto the porch to light a cigarette, don't talk to me about being desperate.
You were outside the bathroom the gay guy was puking in, screaming "IT GETS BETTER!" over and over again. Good message, poor execution.
Things I learned last night: 1. Bacardi 151 is a one-way ticket to the toilet, 2. It is possible for a human being to turn into Mount Vesuvius
I might not remember all of last night but I clearly remember the part where I humped the mailbox.
We had 15 min before last call. Exact quote "let's see how drunk we can get."
Whatever the emoticon is for "balls deep". That.
I'm never going out with the ashleys again. it was whoreible. terrifyingly whoreible.
I probably should have told her I was actually the drunkest one there before she let me pierce her ear
low point of the night : a cop just busted out laughing at me.
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