so i completely puked my brains out. a lot. he held me up so i could brush my teeth. then we proceeded to hook up for the next four hours.
he's a keeper
making cat noises will not fix the situation.
Just heard the garage door open and I immediately sprinted to the laptop to erase history, even though I haven't watched porn today...I believe Pavlov now.
So I've officially decided that I AM that drunken mistake that girls hate themselves for in the morning.
someday when you wake up in a dumpster we'll have to have this conversation again...
He's trying to impress me with how much money he makes. How does he know me so well?
Update- I sold my hat to some drunk kid for 50 bucks. I used my earnings to buy beer on the way home. I realize to everyone else seeing me drinking on my balcony at 6am, I look like an alcoholic, but I'm thinking of it as a night cap
I'm beginning to think that women just have dogs at home as an excuse to leave ASAP after hooking up, without sounding like a typical guy.
I don't even remember what he looks like. All I know is he's 6 foot 100. I like that.
Aside from having sex with a rando in a toga on george's couch i think taking plan b in the library is the most hashtag college thing i've ever done
please come here right now, that girl who always gets her boob out is here and she brought taco bell
He is more interested in finding his sweater than he is in having sex with me. It better be a great fucking sweater.
So I just went to clothing optional bar
I think I'm actually too depressed to do drugs, wow.
He had me sit on his face until I begged him to stop, then held me there 5 minutes longer. I rested my head on his chest, told him I needed time to recover....and slept for 6 hours. By the time I woke, he was already at work. I just sent him a countdown times until his shift is over.
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