Is this a definitive no? All is forlorn? Such is fine, but i'm drunk and a sucker for concrete answers
Last night I had a dream we played Uno and had sex. You won at Uno, but you lost at sex.
she is graduated, working for the school, and puking in the bathroom of a frat house. she wants brush her hair so she doesnt "look trashy". im in love.
I either just got cockblocked or saved from a lengthy court case so I'm kinda conflicted about how my night went.
I know. He gave me a hug and i was like jesus i can just feel the std through your sweatshirt
I'm so hungover I literally am considering drinking from the fishtank to avoid getting out of bed.
Happiness was finding the hidden Gatorade in the fridge
One huge ass giant mistake followed by celebatory shots and coors lights thats my day in a nut shell
She kicked in my bedroom door in only high-heals with a bottle of wine, announcing it was "cock-o-clock"
Swear to god our friendship has its limits. Stop peeing on the fucking refrigerator.
Does it qualify as sexting if you're both pretending to be fictional characters?
I'm not sure whether to be proud of you or weirded out.
Actually I more feel like I'm on a ship about to grab the holy grail off an island
The ship is me being high the holy grail is some profound idea I'm about to have
On NPR this morning, farmers are feeding weed to pigs. The result: pot bacon. Life just got better.
Just let me put on a bra and brush the alcohol out of my hair.
I'm hungover and in a fort. And I hate you.
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