Is this a definitive no? All is forlorn? Such is fine, but i'm drunk and a sucker for concrete answers
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
It was one of those "since we're naked anyway" type situations
Then they all walked away with the drinks I bought them, and the fat one slapped me in the face. I left and my car had been towed. Worst night ever.
I asked my mom if I was the drunkest one in the room. With 8 days till I go back to school, I couldn't care less about being shitfaced at a baptism
and you wish you could be eating a cookie right now. but all you get to eat is a penis
I was still in a towel. We hadn't even started drinking yet and the champagne bottle dropped and exploded literally up into my vagina.
Just bought a breathalyzer and Sharpies, guess who thought of a new drinking game
The shit I just took was my body's way of telling me bourbon and mixed nuts aren't an appropriate dinner. Well played, colon. WELL. PLAYED.
Watching a guy masturbate in real time is a lot less theatrical than porn had me to believe.
Now go get drunk with your fam and get back into ur christmas groove. No time for gonnorhea
I'm super depressed and stressed and I just want spaghetti and sex...
I'm torn between regretting everything and regretting nothing.
Reading becomes significantly more difficult when people are having crazy loud sex in an adjoining room
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