I swear to God, I saw my life flash between my legs.
puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
I forget the details, but I'm told that I drunkenly stalked him around floor yelling obscure Jewish laws at him
filling out my bracket based on schools with ppl I've hooked up with
He thought I was flirting with him but really I just needed someone to hold me up.
It was just like old times except for going to hangover throw up before waking my parents up to open presents. Merry Christmas!
You turned byob into bring your own shit show. Good work.
I am at a new level of appreciation for drunk-you, who threw up into her own sweatshirt pocket last night in the car. Brava.
Bring me a cialis. .. I feel like having a super dick today
Simultaneously sexting while making brunch plans. Multitasking at its gayest.
I stepped in puke last night then washed it off my shoe with beer. Is there a grace period to respect before wearing them to class?
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
I feel worse lying to the guy I hooked up with than I actually do for cheating on my bf
So I was laying on the couch reading a book and he texted me. All I saw was the image of him spitting on my vagina last night in the moonlight. I gagged.
I didn't really understand how big 10 inches is. Now I know.
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