nothing can go wrong this weekend. $1500 to spend. i have options for hookups every night. my backup plans have backup plans
I mean I found and stalk his moms facebook.. that obsessed.
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
It was at that moment that I realized I was alone. Alone and drunk on an Epcot ride.
walk of shame into the pharmacy with a busted up chin and laughing the lady at the counter rolled her eyes at me when I asked for the morning after pill.
At the end of the white elephant exchange, our professor had a big black dildo around her neck and I won a full body dinosaur suit. I could die tomorrow with no regrets.
no, but he did start crying. who the fuck is 30, covered in tattoos and crys about an ex? get your shit together, man.
Not a or good or bad impression, just that you were all basically naked playing beer bong in sombreros and ties. Casual.
His mom walking in on us having sex was probably the highlight of the night
My bail money is reserved for people I either A, think were in the right, or B, have an awesome story that leads up to needing it. Just remember that before you call me.
day drinking caused me to be in bed at a decent time. can't complain.
I just moonwalked my socks off. THAT LAZY. THAT HIGH.
Well, I crapped my pants in front of her entire family, was laughed out of their house, and I had to walk home with shit stained pants. So, yeah, it went really well.
Can't beat it when the local bar sends you off with a loaf of bread on the way out the door.
Seriously, why do I have a mortar round?