it wasn't lemon gatorade
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
Ever since they found the bud they've been sending me visa gift cards instead of cash. Bastards.
distance makes the heart seek blowjobs from girls that are closer i heard.
after the first, "yea you like that baby", i quickly remembered why i had stopped having sex with him.
def just vomited mimosa in the gym trashcan. i weigh less already so i say its been a solid workout.
stuck in the elevator with that hot guy from the 3rd flood. Worried he can smell my spray tan and desperation
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
Some guy wearing a horse mask just knocked on my door and started whinnying. I opened the door and he was like, "...oh sorry, wrong room..." so awk.
I'm in the sex attic, crying, eating french toast and taco
I totally gave him head in sync to Beastie Boy's Sabotage playing in the background.
Do u feel more socially accepted since someone else made up their girlfriend too?
by the way whatever wisdom you imparted upon me last night was lost to whatever i smoked out of a beer can.
Do you want the fat one with an ok face or the skinny ugly one?
It doesn't matter as long as our shame is in tandem.
Got a high five from a Superman stripper tonight
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