i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
i found the vodka. it was hiding in the orange juice.
He's like the fucking Houdini of bras. Not only did I not feel him take it off I didn't find it until two days later.
I have the Lakers game on, but all I can think about is having sex with you. Not sure what you've done here.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
Romer got arrested for getting in a bar fight with a bus boy because he was trying to steal a keg, had it all the way to the car
She just sent me videos of her blowing my little bro and my best friend... worst. ex. ever.
Why do I feel like the only way for this trip to end is alcohol poisoning?
mid blow job she looked up and said "we aren't even facebook friends!"
You just kept screaming at everyone 'not to break your scarf' and doing somersaults
Jesus christmas you are like the Martha Stewart of threeway planning
Sobered up midsex and just went with it. After he tried cuddling and I awkwardly rolled out of the bed to find someone on the floor, apparently it was his room so he got to listen.
After closing we did it on every flat surface in the bar. Best use a coaster if you're coming to happy hour today.
Drunk me started making nachos apparently but never got to the part with the cheese. There are chips everywhere
it's 1:30pm and i'm eating cheese while i sext. i need hobbies
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