What's the point in getting all dressed up and going when i'm just gonna throw up on myself by midnight?
I found my old addy guy via fb who clearly understands the supply and demand curve of addy during finals so he's gonna hook me up.
he's legally blind and likes the sound of my voice, good enough for me.
Her friend drew me a diagram of how we could get away with her giving me a blowjob at work.
Thats the last thing I remember and then I woke up in this Dutch kids dorm and he was taking a picture of me while I was sleeping
We are going out Saturday. Oh and we might also be jousting on bikes.
he's speaking broken english and calling me isaac.. this is not the australian i ordered for a one nighter
I'm sitting next to a ginger. She is decked out in olive green. Gingers fucking love olive green.
You were outside cuddling a rock singing Bohemian Rhapsody.
Apparently after I threw up I put my socks in the toilet......
I'm proud of all of us. Somehow we all survived another Jägerbomb Tuesday
I just changed all my morning alarms to wake me up with different Jesse McCartney songs telling me I'm beautiful. Would you believe I'll be 25 this year?
I'm pretty sure I hallucinated the existence of an entire human being last night.
I know, dude. If he ends up having a tiny dick, I will literally pack it back into his pants and leave. Not worth the aggravation.
I'm in the fetal position trying to figure out a way to get someone to deliver me pancakes.
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