At Bonnaroo. Just saw a couple emerge from a port-a-potty. Romantic?
she just put all the cheese in the refrig to sleep.. and yes we did finish you bottle.
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
the only thing i remember last nigh is talking to some chick for thirty minutes about cheese.
The higher i get, the less gay he looks, and the more i want to make out with him. This is dangerous.
they esentially rejected my mermaid threesome offer:(
I'm still waiting for my blazer that I left at your apartment, you owe me a blowjob for every day from Thursday on that it's late.
I don't drink so I see St. Patty's as an LSD type of day. Its like a more hardcore 420
You started drinking at 2:30, did you really think you would be able to remember?
I miss my brother. He would have fucked the fat girl for me.
I told you I would
I wouldnt do that to you. You're my actual friend
Even worse we were making a sex tape so our reaction to the condom breaking was recorded.
We decided it was acceptable to walk out of class on a quest for Doritos. That high.
He said I act like a cross between a kindergartener and a high 70 year old man. Which is inacurate because it fails to account for the disco obsession.
i took four shots of tequila, threw my fist up in the air, then went around the party showing everyone how to do the ninja turtle handshake. that's the last thing I remember
Oh! You were the one walking around cradling the bottle of Fireball all night!