Call me when you're up
Great dream, you were in it
I woke up with my face in a pile of pancakes and 3000 mistakes.
I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
I just snuked. Sneezed and puked
so high and i think i just ordered a magic bullet.
did you call within the first 18 minutes? can i have the free one?
There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
I keep waking up with the nagging feeling I gave him half a hand job through his shorts.
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
woke up with the dennys waiters MYSPACE link on the back of my receipt...yep one of those nights
hand shaped bruises on both boobs again....i wish i could say this is the first time.
that wasn't rum that I poured down your throat while you were sleeping
five cans of playdoh and a game of guess whose penis ...
for the record, you never really realize how drunk you still are until you get on rollerskates...
He Dutch ovened me while I was hiding under the covers from his mom. Needless to say it did not end well.
I'm definitely closer to having sex in every building on campus than I am to having a post-graduation career/plan/future. Unless that future is getting fucked in lots of buildings. I got that shit on lock down.