I was rubbing the clit just like wikipedia told me to.
Maybe i shouldn't have told him the key to getting in my pants was double vodka sodas and Nelly's song "grillz."
i need a new camera phone. my pictures from last night are as blurry as my memories. and neither tell me why i woke up in an airplane hangar.
Don't know how I even got in. I pulled my id out and threw it at the bouncer, and he just picked it up, checked it, and let me in.
I am assuming I was his dirty Mardi Gras mistake and I can live with that
I feel miserable and there's nutella all over my phone
Because everyone is allowed one half drunken 7:30 am walk back to campus in a cowgirl costume, right?
Hahaha I can already see the arrest warrants. It's gonna be beautiful. I'll get them framed.
I consider any night I don't make out with someone a bad night. So I've been great.
Rule 1: If any of us dies on a trip, the other two have to 'Weekend at Bernies' the shit outta that corpse...
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
What's with guys asking if I wanna "kick it" like I'm some fucking 19 year old
How does one take the "you're the best sex I've ever had but I'm marrying someone that's sub-par in the sack" mind fuck?
I pity the fool.
Thanks Mr T.
uh...sober saturday NEVER has a good ring to it.
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
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