i wish my apartment had room service that i didn't have to pay for.
There's a level of bonding between people at the liquor store at 10:30 in the morning that's unrivaled
She made me role-play everything from an older prof to a in-patient in need of a medical exam. Yay for cocaine.
that awkward moment when your booty call gets snowed in at your place.
hey, this is the ginger girl from the party...i've thought about it and I wanna join the american girl drinking team
You're fucking beautiful as shit and we should have loving sex...
Playing nyquil pong with a cat again
The inflatable penis from those pics was mine... We broke him that night
Signs you do Molly too much. Glow sticks fallout of random articles of clothing on academic row
Move ovrr Titanoc and all you others. Heres the real tale of woe. This ladys failed search for boozdy goodnezs.
99% of the contents of my handbag are ketchup packets and condoms. I feel that says a lot about me as a person.
Accidentally made a straight guy question his sexuality again. I really gotta watch myself.
I just took a plan B pill with my preworkout. That's the level I'm on today.
I'm pretty sure the Bible says "He who is most sober may cast the first stone."
I've amended my previous statement: I'm not allowed to put in my two weeks till I ask out the waitress. Now I have motivation on two levels
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