You keep asking me questions like I have this magical thing called a memory
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he referred to my room as the tit cave...
She started to tell me how she goes to a shrink, so I started thinking how to sneak out of her place, then she said part of it was for her sex addiction, long story short she's got her clit peirced n I just got laid
The fact that I pulled something plastic out of my mouth after taking that shot is starting to concern me.
one night of dollar margs at dinner and dollar beers at the bar later, i am throwing up in his shower and gurgling soap and water to kill the taste of sin in my mouth. dollar days need to stop endng like this.
Somebody really needs to come home and pick up the used condom from the middle of the wood room floor. It's blue, if that helps decide who comes - uh, home.
I've had more jaegerbombs than I can count on 3 fingers
The waitress at the airport bar just asked me if I wanted a "to go" beer, hahahahaha OF COURSE I WANT A TO GO BEER.
he said didn't have much sexual experience and then proceeded to tell me he is going to make me cum harder than my vibrator could
well, that escalated quicky
Come back. Shots need mouths.
He said that I started crying after sex because he was leaving to go back to Europe after the semester was over and I wouldn't see his dick anymore. This is why I need to stop hooking up with the exchange students.
Thanks for the bagel and the sex.
Apparently, Lolla sends you an email every time you use your wristband to buy a beer.
21 new emails...yikes
At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if he laughs at all of our attempts to keep him sober.
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